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Davis Returns to the Playroom
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
My Playroom—May, 2023 I came home tired, but exhilarated, from a really great IML. (I do think I was not as tired as I would have been had I stayed in the host hotel with all it’s 24/7 temptations.) I was not planning on playing those last three days of May, but I got an intriguing email. Davis, a man who came to me for kink play that he could not find anywhere else, made three trips to the playroom in 2021—and then disappeared. He was back at his parent’s home for a visit. Could I host him for a day? I could. He arrived in the early afternoon. It’s a drive to get to me, so he spent some time in the shower before we headed downstairs. I learned we had met as he was finishing up his training in a medically related field—and the job he got had required him to move to a western state. He hadn’t found many partners out there, but he told me that that had made him a little more versatile… I walk into the playroom. Davis is kneeling at the end of the fuck bench. He may be just 30 or a shade more, tall, with a stocky build. But he has trimmed up since he was last here. He is kneeling in a jock and socks—and he can’t wait to mash his face into my jock pouch. He inhales deeply. This jock had a busy IML—and his groan tells me he appreciates it. He tongues it for a bit, before he just can’t wait. He pulls it to the side and takes my hardening cock deep into his throat. I come to full erection inside him. Choking him. Making him reluctantly pull off me. He pants and takes me down again. I fuck his face a little. He relaxes and I go deeper yet. I pull out, twirling the strands of deep throat spit around my cock shaft. “Clean that up,” I tell him. He sucks me clean. Until I pull more out of his throat. “Up on the bench; I want to use it for lube.” Davis scrambles up. I spread his cheeks apart and smear the deep throat spittle covering my dick up and down his ass crack. I finger some into his not too tight pucker. I think about entering him right there—but I just have to rim that plump, full ass. I go to my knees and explore his wet hole with my tongue. I hear the poppers open. He inhales and I go deep, probing his most private place. I stand up, my lubed cock drooling. I push into him. He grunts and takes me quite easily. He inhales more poppers and I begin a slow in and out. Over and over. I finally pull out and move towards his face with my wet cock. “Please let me taste…” He doesn’t finish the sentence as I have thrust my dick into his mouth. He groans—and cleans me thoroughly. I go right back to his ass and plunge in, with just his spit now for lube. I fuck him hard, telling him not to take his poppers—to really feel every inch of my rampaging dick. He complies. Whimpering. And cleans my dick once again. I sit on the bed, tossing the foam mat for the rimseat on the floor by it. “Come here, you didn’t get my balls cleaned up.” Davis kneels on the mat. He spends long minutes working his tongue over them. Then under my balls, remembering how I like the feel of a tongue right where my cock ring pulls them down. I groan and tell him he’s a good boy. His response is to go a little lower on my perineum. He grunts, and tells me how good I taste. And goes a little farther yet. “Do you want to rim me?” This is new—he has never showed any interest in doing this. He looks up, but stays in position. “I do—if you like it.” I simply touch his head and his tongue digs into my asshole for the first time. And he’s good at it. I let him go for a bit—and then compliment him on his technique. “I’ve had to learn to top out where I work—and I found I really love to lick a man’s hole as much as I love having it done to me.” I grin and push his handsome face back into my ass… * We move to the sling. I am rimming his hole before the first fuck there. I stand up. Piss gushes out of my cock, coating his sparsely haired crack. I kneel and lick it up before standing and plunging into him again. I fuck. His eyes riveted to the mirror above. I pull out and slap my cock on the mound of his jock. I pick up my phone and snap some pictures. PIC 1 PIC 2 We break. He asks if he can eat my ass in the sling. I hop in and he licks my entire ass crack, up and down, before burrowing into my hole. I close my eyes, and let him do what he wants. When he slows down, we reverse. I eat his hole some more. I stand up. “You said in your email you wanted to be tied down in the sling.” Davis nods. “While I have some rope, I like this better.” I pull out a box of clear plastic wrap used for leftovers. I work, winding it over his chest and securing him in place on the sling. The wrap clings to itself securely. I cover his crotch with the film, too. I wrap it so his thighs are fastened to the D rings at the bottom of the sling. I add restraints to his wrists and fasten them to the sling chains above his head. He can’t move. Nor does he want to. He begins to pant. Pic 3 Pic 4 I have left his ass crack open. I start by pissing on it. I splash some up onto his stomach. Davis is so thoroughly covered that he can feel the heat but not the wetness. It pours off him onto the towel below. I lick up what is on his ass. I fit my blindfold over his eyes. I go back and toy with his hole. Just my fingertips, teasing him. Slowly, I change to my dick. The head of my cock prods him and plays with his puffy ass lips. Eventually, I slip into his well fucked hole and give him my full cock. Hard and fast. Slow and easy. More piss, right on his crack. And a hard, chain rattling, fuck. We break. I cut him loose. I suggest the rimseat. I make him go under first. He has never had anyone sit on his face before. He acquits himself well. I get up and fuck him, with his legs on my shoulders as he lies there. He whimpers with each stroke. I pull out and sit back on his face. His tongue has found new energy in its attack. Of course, we reverse it, too. I want to really get deep in his wet fuck hole. I feast on it as he groans out his pleasure. My cock is rampant. It’s time to breed. We both know it. We go to the sling. I want to see his face as I shoot. I fuck for a bit. One last piss rinse of his crack. A quick lick before I slip into him and fuck. I am suddenly there, with the taste of my piss still on my tongue. I grab the bars above me and let my balls empty into this man half my age. I let my cock marinate in his ass for a long time. It barely softens, but enough that if begins to slip out. I go to my knees and taste the few drops of cum that escape with it. I leave the rest of the load for him… The original, with pictures, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Davis Returns to the Playroom (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 19, 2023 -
IML 2023: The Piss Party (an Addendum)
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Chicago—May, 2023 There is another story from the piss party. One that didn’t make the cut. After all, in a room crowded with around 70 men for four to five hours, I couldn’t possible see everything or even remember it all if I did—and it would take up way too many pages of the blog. I always write what were the highlights for me during a big event. But—the moment I handed in my clothes to the coat check otter I went to the bar to fill up my water bottle. Everywhere there were men in cloth jocks, neoprene gear or just totally naked (but with something on their feet, a house rule.) I filled the bottle, turned and bumped into a very good-looking man dressed in a suit and tie. We nodded to each other. We have had men before who have stayed dressed to be covered in piss, but usually a tee-shirt and jeans or sweatpants. My mind raced at turning the crisp lines of his suit into a sodden mess, thoroughly piss soaked. Well, that was not his intention at all. He loosened his tie after the first hour. He opened his fly and fucked a number of lucky bottoms, being careful not to be piss splashed. I really wanted to hose him down every time I saw him, but he’d made it clear to someone else, in my hearing, that he really didn’t want that. Well, damn. There is a great story from this group, that happened before I was going. Supposedly a regular at the piss party was a groomsman in a wedding—and arrived to the bar in his rented tux. He knelt in his pristine clothes and invited everyone to cover him with piss. Which they did. When the jacket became a soggy mess, he took it off so the white shirt could be covered as well. Then the pants, the patent leather shoes and the tall dress socks. All were taken off him sopping wet and wrung out into either his mouth or over the guys in the pool (depending on who is telling the story.) At the end of the event, he got dressed in his dry workday clothes which he’d checked, bagged the soggy, wet mess of his tux in a clear plastic bag and returned it to the rental agency. I doubt he got his deposit back… I am sorry I missed it. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: IML 2023: The Piss Party (an Addendum) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 17, 2023 -
IML 2023: The Piss Party (Part 2)
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Chicago—May, 2023 (This picks up right where we left off in the last post…) Tall Guy with Tats is on his knees. He is sucking and drinking from two guys at the same time. I add mine to make it three. He gives all the cocks and all the piss streams equal time. Afterwards, the men move away, I help him to his feet. We kiss. I get a taste of the three mixed loads. “I think,” I whisper in his ear, “it’s time for that piss fuck…” He agrees and we go to the sling toward the front of the room. There is a group of three men sucking cock nearby. I get him in the sling, his long legs up in the stirrups. I go to my knees and eat his wet hole. I am sure he’s had other men up here since I fucked him. His hole is now super wet. I come up for air, stand and spit some of the ass jizz in his mouth. He groans and swallows, savoring it. I lean forward. My slippery cock head finds his slightly puffy ass lips. I push. And I’m in. To the hilt with the slightest second push. I begin to fuck. The sound always attracts guys to watch and jerk. I increase the speed of my thrusts. TGWT moans and kneads his cock through the jock pouch. A man approaches and sticks his long cock in TGWT’s mouth. This makes me fuck him harder still. I pull out and slap my juicy cock on his jock pouch. I go to my knees and begin to rim him again. At first, it’s a trickle. Someone is pissing on TGWT and it’s running down his ass crack and into my mouth. It begins to increase. I can’t swallow fast enough so I let some pour to the floor. There is even more now—it can’t be just one person pissing on him. My cock throbs with the idea that he is getting covered above me with multiple loads. As the piss subsides, I stand up and fuck again. The crowd has thinned as their bladders run dry. I fuck—then I slow down. I hold still. “Ready?” He nods. I concentrate. Slowly I can feel things ‘reconnect’ to let the piss flow out of me. And once it starts, I can’t stop it. I am giving him my entire full bladder. TGWT groans as it fills him. “So heavy—there’s so fuckin’ much.” I feel my cock run dry. I begin a slow in and out stroke. Churning the piss. TGWT hardens up—his cock pokes out of his jock pouch. He strokes himself as he listens to the slosh of all my piss deep in his guts. As I fuck, there is significant back splash, as my cock pulls some piss out on each back stroke. I stop. I pull out, my hand holding closed his bloated hole. “Are you gonna…” I am on my knees before he can finish. My mouth is plastered around his ass lips. I get a trickle of piss instantly. He pushes—and I get all of the torrent roaring out of his ass. It’s impossible to swallow it all, but I get most. I save the last mouthful. I get up and lean across him. He opens his mouth and we kiss… * I am back behind the screens. I let any number of men spend some time on my dick. Some get piss. Some not. A bearded man finds me. He looks familiar, but I can’t place him. “I saw that piss fuck you gave. Got enough for another?” I am sure I do. We go back to the sling. This guy (white, about 45) is incredibly hairy. I love how piss wet his ass crack already is. I rim him, deep and insistently. He groans. His cock is hard and he’s jerking. As I stand up to fuck, he is looking over at a knot of men drinking and chatting. He calls over a friend. “He’s going to piss fuck me. Get down there if you want it.” His friend, slightly built and even hairier, crawls on the wet concrete by my boots. I assume a wider stance so is now between my legs—looking up and stroking his small cock. I give a splash of piss into his beard before I push into the man’s ass above him. The guy moans. The man on the floor moans louder, watching his own personal porn show. I fuck. Slow, with long strokes to give the spectator what he wants. But I can’t help but build it to a blistering, ass slapping, fuck. The bottom is a great milker and I tell him so. I stop dead. I have to piss. A lot. I begin to fill him up. He moans. The guy on the floor pants in anticipation. I have given even more to this guy than I did TGWT. I begin a slow fuck. The bearded man on the floor opens his mouth. He adjusts himself slightly to get all the back splash on his face and beard. I fuck him slowly—to really control how much of my cock I pull out. There is piss flying each stroke. “Ready?” I grunt out. I get an affirmative. I pull all the way out and step away. “Push!” I tell the bottom. He does and the man on the floor squirms in utter delight at the avalanche of piss spurts out the man’s ass and onto his bearded face, covering his open mouth… * The crowd is thinning. I need to get off. I find Tall Guy with Tats on his knees behind the screens, sucking a man’s cock. When the guy leaves, I bend and ask “You want my load?” He nods and opens his mouth, thinking I mean piss. I pull him up. “I want to breed you.” “Fuck, yes,” He grabs the ledge to steady himself. I kneel and eat his puffy-lipped hole. He’s been busy these last four hours. I stand and insert. I am so ready to get off. I fuck, not particularly hard but with purpose. In moments, I am there. I shoot my load—a good seven or eight spurt one after the constant play. I stay inside of him for a long time as I catch my breath. “Piss?” “I want your cum to stay in me…” So, I pull out and let him clean my cock—and give him a long drink of piss as a chaser… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: IML 2023: The Piss Party (Part 2) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 15, 2023 -
IML 2023: The Piss Party (Part 1)
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
Chicago—May, 2023 I woke late (for aging me) after CumUnion. All that good sex had really helped me stay asleep. Now it was breakfast and a cup of tea; a little writing and another cup of tea as I typed. I began to piss regularly. A very light lunch and a bottle of water followed. I forced myself to drink one more cup of tea and suddenly it was time to get to the bar that hosts the piss party. It was an easy drive and I found free parking. I’m actually early. I talked to some former residents of Chicago who I last saw at the piss party I attended in Palm Springs. In moments, the door to the back bar was opened—and in we went. I stripped off my flight suit, leaving only the increasingly stained jock, wrist band and boots. I checked my bag with the still cute coat-check otter. Things are only slightly different with the set-up. The inflatable pool is now at the back of the room and a sling is set up near the entrance. There is the bar, of course, where our admission gets you beer and water throughout the event. Opposite the bar, there is a ledge to sit (and play) behind some large wooden screens that hang from the ceiling. I sit and sip my water… “You look as hot as ever.” I turn to the voice behind me. It’s a man who is a regular here—and who I haven’t seen in year. He is Latino, in his late 30’s and a hairy cub. We chat for a mere moment before he kneels, takes my cock out of my jock and gives me some expert head. Eventually, he looks up and asks for piss. I have been pissing regularly at home, but I can’t even manage a tiny spurt now that I’m here. Instead, I go down on him. He sighs, and after a few minutes of head, pulls out of my mouth and hoses down my hard cock. He drops to his knees and cleans me of every drop of his piss… I wander. “Hey!” Back in the dark shadows, by the television playing piss porn, is the tall man I had so much fun with last year at this event. We catch up a little, but he leads me to the bench area to sit—and he goes to his knees. I had forgotten just how handsome he is—white, with some really fine ink, wearing a jock that has been to a lot of these parties. He sucks my cock. He licks my balls. He licks under them, too. He asks for piss. This time I muster the smallest splash into his ovaled mouth. He stands up and wets my cock—and cleans me up. We kiss and share it, for the first of many times this afternoon… * I let a lot of men go down on me. I return the favor on many of them. A regular, a guy my age, short with a very hairy chest taps me on the shoulder as I refill my water bottle at the bar. “You love to drink, right?” I nod. He leads me to a corner. I kneel and get his soft cock so it is just resting on my lips. He let’s go—and I am flooded. But I drink every drop. It is so clear, it barely has any taste at all, but just the force of it going down my throat makes my cock drool and stand up all on its own. As it peters out, he thanks me and tells me he’s off to the hotel. I stand up. My cock is raging. I find the Tall Guy with Tats. He is just standing up from having drunk some piss himself. “Can I fuck you?” I ask without preamble, with my hand finding his ass crack. He simply bends, using the ledge for support. I go to my knees and begin to rim. I lube my dick as I tongue fuck him. I don’t take long, for my cock wants to be inside him. Now. I push the head into TGWT. He moans and uncaps his poppers. I let them hit—and then proceed to push all the way in. He groans again. I begin a very slow in and out. “Fuck, you feel good,” he mumbles. “Piss inside me, if you want.” “Let’s do that later,” I pant, as I keep drilling into him. I am secretly hoping someone will piss on us. But no one does. After a while, I pull out, kneel and a taste his ass again. Eventually, he pulls away, turns and tastes his ass juices on my dick. We kiss. “Fuck me some more.” He turns and bends again, using the bench for support. I slap his wet ass crack with my equally wet cock. Suddenly, the piss I’d drunk does the trick. I am pissing all over his back and ass. When I stop, I kneel and lick all my piss out of his ass crack. It’s futile to even try to dry those rounded cheeks—he’s covered. I turn him around to kiss him. We swap the remains of the piss and ass jizz that is in my mouth. Back and forth. I finally break the kiss, and he swivels, knowing what I want. I plow into him. This time, a guy in red and black neoprene aims his cock at us and let’s go. His piss hits my dick—and I can’t help but fuck his piss into the hole I am ravaging. The pissing guy has a huge load. He let’s his stream travel up the bent over back of TGWT, then it comes back to where my cock is churning more and more of it into the hot ass in front of me. Mr. Neoprene vanishes when he runs out of piss. I slap the very wet ass I am plowing. It makes a delightfully wet splatting sound. I finally pull out. TGWT’s hand reaches back and holds his hole shut. I go to my knees and push his hand away. It is not flood—but a pleasant trickle of piss dribbles out of his well fucked hole. I collect as much as I can keep in my mouth—and share it with him in a wet, slobbering kiss… * It's much later. I am pissing every 20 minutes now—what I wanted to be able to do when I arrived. I feed men. I am not offered much for me to guzzle—as most of the crowd is unknown to me. I feed the three men rolling in the piss pool. They jockey for position to see who can get the most. I try to keep the stream moving, to feed them all equally. I have been aware of a very cute young couple in matching black neoprene jocks with a yellow stripe. They have made the rounds—always together. As I go back behind the screen, the shorter of the two is sitting on lap of a man twice his age and a very hairy bear. They are facing each other, kissing. Neoprene Jock is grinding his ass against the thick shaft of the bear. As I watch, the Bear let’s his piss go, coating the younger man’s ass crack. When the piss subsides, Neoprene Jock, grabs the thick cock and tries to get it into his ass. He can’t. I catch the eye of the Bear. I point at the boy’s ass and dangle my bottle of lube I always have on hand. He nods. But I don’t use my bottled lube, not at first. I kneel between the Bear’s splayed legs and spit on his cock. I move from that to tonguing Neoprene Jock’s ass. He groans out his surprise and pleasure. The Bear spreads the younger man’s full cheeks, so I can go deeper. I can hear them kiss. Only now do I drizzle lube onto the thick dick and a little to mix with my spit in the young guy’s ass. I guide the Bear’s cock into the wet hole. He is in. He sighs. Neoprene Jock moans and begins to ride him, bouncing on that beer can of a dick. I am still on my knees watching. As the Bear isn’t thrusting, I begin licking his balls. The Bear groans at the combined sensation of two men on his cock and balls. In a few minutes, he cums. I am right there to lick what little seeps out of the full ass enveloping his cock. I clean them both up, as his cock deflates and pops out. Neoprene Jock feels a little embarrassed by it, now that he’s gotten the load. But the Bear holds him in place for me to keep felching. “You should piss rinse him,” the Bear murmurs, just loud enough for me to hear. I stand up and shower both of them with another load of my hot piss… * Tall Guy with Tats is on his knees. He is sucking and drinking from two guys at the same time. I add mine to make it three. He gives all the cocks and all the piss streams equal time. Afterwards, the men move away, I help him to his feet. We kiss. I get a taste of the three mixed loads. “I think,” I whisper in his ear, “it’s time for that piss fuck…” (To be continued…) The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: IML 2023: The Piss Party (Part 1) (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) June 14, 2023 -
This it partly a true story. Sorry English is not my first language. I was 23 first time i meet Master, I meet him on Grindr. I had only tried weed and coke. I’m 170cm and 60kg so am skinny. We met at his place and had a good time, he was smoking of a glass pipe and asked if I wanted some, but politely declined. When he was fucking me he stopped and smoked some more. At some point he gave me a shotgun and whit out thinking I took it. He did that a couple of times, and then I was hoked. We meet a couple of times after that and I gladly smoked. He texted me if I had any plans for the weekend, and I said that I didn’t. He texted back “Be at my place Friday 04:00 pm, I have a surprise for you” I was excited, I was becoming more and more of a pig every time we meet. Friday at noon I got I text from him again “when you come, just go in and get naked. In the hallway I have some gear, put it on, and wait.” So I got to his place, walked in the door and was met whit at black rubber suit, a rubber mask whit only at hole for my mouth and a collar. I put it on and find out that the suit was open for my ass and dick. When I was fully dressed I waited for 5 minutes, then I could hear someone coming towards me. “Hey slut, fuck you look sexy. Can’t wait to give you your surprise” said master. He took me in the collar and led me into another room and placed me on my back on a bed. I could hear him look my collar to a chain and my arms outstretched to some other chains. then he came up to my ear and said “today I’m gonna turn you into a real pig, and I don’t care if you like it or not” and then I could feel something getting strapped to my arm and instantly new was gonna happen. He had slammed himself last time. I tried to stop him but I couldn’t. Then I could feel the needle. “stay still, you are gonna love this pig. I’m gonna get you so fucking high, and use that sexy body of yours”. When he said that I felt the needle getting pulled out and the strap taken off my arm. Then it hit me! It felt like I couldn’t breathe, and started to cough. When I came to I noticed that my legs were at my ears and I had someone fucking me. (more to come)
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Closet bi, New hampshire USA here. I used to meet up outside with an older guy in my neighborhood at night and he would piss on me and jack off on my face. I've really wanted to do this kind of thing again ever since but never came close. Anyone know any good spots? Experiences like this?
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Part 1- Contemplation and Preparation Tonight was the night. After nearly a year of fantasizing, research, and sleepless nights masturbating while reading countless stories of smoking and sexual debauchery, I decided to finally give in to my darkest desires. Standing in front of the nondescript industrial building, I forced myself to finally work up some courage and stepped inside, heart pounding. Taking in my surroundings, I noted how small the entry area was... dimly lit, with a metal security door to the right of what could only be described as a jailhouse-like window. In the corner, a sad-looking ficus filled up the remaining space. Muted, heavy thumping music played in the background, likely muffled by the door. The faintest smell of body odor, mixed with a faint undertone of floral-scented industrial bathroom cleaner, and what I could only assume was the scent of male sex. It reminded me of the movie Cruising with Al Pachino… dingy, seedy, and a little on the wrong side of dangerous. I slowly walked up to the window, promptly setting my cover charge in front of the attendant. I waited, looking at the man before me. He was maybe a bit older than me although much taller, with short cropped black hair, a large septum ring in his nose, and a 5 o’clock shadow surrounding a goatee, wearing a leather harness with a large, already lit cigar smoldering in an ashtray next to him. Tattoos adorned both of his arms, but the one on his left bicep drew my interest the most. Slowly, he looked up from his phone and gave me a once over before pushing my money back. “Sorry, probably going to want to go to another party there, pretty boy,” he sighed, turning his attention back to his phone, “I don’t think you’re going to exactly fit in here tonight. Maybe come back another day.” Even I had to admit that I probably looked out of place for the theme tonight at the sex club. Reddish blond, 5’7, young and fit but not overly muscular, clean cut, and more on the preppy side. However, I was on a mission tonight. Months of planning were not going to go to waste. I knew exactly what I looked like, and I was counting on using it to my fullest advantage. “No,” I said, patiently replying with the same smile I had cultivated working retail in my younger years. As I pushed back the money across the counter, I continued, “I know exactly what tonight is here. And I think I’m in exactly the right place.” Piquing his interest, he looked back up from his phone, grabbed the cigar, and put it in his mouth, one eyebrow threatening to arch up in curiosity before smirking. “Sorry, but you still need to be wearing-“ he started before I quickly cut him off. “Leather? Already wearing a leather jockstrap,” I said, before pulling the neck of my shirt down slightly, “Also wearing a leather harness.” Taking a large puff on the cigar, he blew out a large cloud of the sweet, acrid smoke in my face as he continued, “You know there are a lot of smokers in there tonight, and more than a few…” “Oh, I’m counting on it,” I replied before taking a huge sniff of the cigar smoke, cutting him off while staring openly at his bicep tattoo. “Well,” he said, grabbing the money, “I hope you get exactly what you came here for then, pig. Locker or room?” “I’ll take my chances with the locker,” I quickly replied, feeling my cock slowly start to stir at the banter going on between us, my mind going to dark, perverted places as I watched the cherry on the end of the cigar glow with each puff. He turned sideways, grabbing one of many small brass keys attached to the cheap plastic wrist keychains. Tossing it on the counter, he took another puff on his cigar before picking his phone back up. “Good luck fucker,” he said, smiling as I grabbed the key from him, effectively signing away my fate with that little key. “Thanks,” I said, more shaky than I wanted to admit, be it from anticipation, a little fear, or a ton of excitement. “By the way,” he called out to me as I slowly stepped back from the counter and began walking to the door, “I’m off at midnight. It’s a bit slow right now, but it should be picking up pretty soon. Hope you get exactly what you came for.” I could only nod as I grabbed the door and he buzzed me in, letting the sounds and smells wrap around me in their dark embrace. — Walking down the dim, cinderblock-lined walls, I looked around taking everything in as fast as I could. The music was thumping louder, and I could vaguely make out the sounds of men talking as I got closer to the locker room. The smell of sex was in the air. As was the BO, and a faint underlying smell of piss. Exactly what I expected from all the stories I had read, and people I had chatted with online. I could feel my cock slowly continue to stir under the leather jockstrap. I kept walking, feeling slightly like a fish out of water. Quickly enough, I was in the locker room. Looking down at the key, I found the number and made my way over to the corresponding locker. I quickly stripped out of my carefully picked shirt and smartly pressed pants, folding them up and placing them in the locker, making sure to pull out the bottle of poppers I had purchased online, stuffing it into the small pouch on the right upper harness. Locking the small metal door, I walked over to the large, full-length mirror attached to the concrete pillar across from my locker and took in my appearance. Black leather harness, perfectly framing my slightly muscular and hairless chest, with a single strap going across my chest, just above my pecs. Reddish blond hair expertly styled just barely messy to the side almost touching my bluish-grey eyes. My jockstrap, also leather, with its two yellow striped going back to my taint, divided by a zipper going down the center, and its straps just barely cupping my ass. ‘I look hot’ I thought to myself, taking in my features. That’s when I saw him. Well over 6 feet tall, buzz-cut grey hair, with a large mostly grey beard. Muscular with a tiny bit of fat around the edges. Tattoos everywhere, with a black leather vest and leather chaps, and a leather flat top with silver chain going across it. I could already see several large cigars poking out of the pocket of his vest, with what had to be the largest pipe I’d ever seen in his mouth, smoldering away as he left a cloud of thick smoke in his wake. It was him. After months of watching porn online, and reading what others wrote about my same fantasies, he was right in front of me—the man who would be instrumental in my long-fantasized self-destruction.
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jocks Okay guy’s let see your watersport jock’s
Jeanscumpig posted a topic in Watersports Discussion
okay guys, I'm curious what your jock looks like with piss and cum stains, show me your jock this is my jock
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After graduating high school I was stressed about what colleges to go to. I settled on a modest place that hopefully wouldn’t put me too far in debt. College life was exciting but in the moment it felt a little overwhelming. So I decided to take a gap year and backpack across the states and see as much as I could. The various places I went to were fun. I met some interesting people and saw some landmarks. It was a couple weeks into my road-trip and expenses were getting tighter. I was in Oceanside Southern California and on my last day in a cheep motel, contemplating what I would do for lodgings in the future. It was then I remembered I had an uncle living in San Diego. I think I remember him slightly from when I was really little. Vague memories of him babysitting me on hot summer days, sitting on his lap, cuddling up while watching TV. My family didn’t talk about him much. He and my dad had some falling out many years ago. I don’t have all the details but I think it had something to do with him being gay. I was gay as well and not out to my parents, so it would be nice to connect with someone in the family that I could relate to. I didn’t have his contact information so I looked him up in the yellow pages. Not an actual phonebook but the website. I found him easily enough, uncle Chester still in San Diego. I gave him a call. He was excited to hear from me and about my future plans. When I told him I was back packing in Cali just a couple hours away he was quick to offer me a place to stay while I was traveling. I was glad he offered. I didn’t want to come off as the nephew that calls up just because he needs a place to crash. But since he and my dad still weren’t on the best of terms, he asked me to not mention to my parents that I was gonna stay over. Which was perfectly fine by me since i would be able to play catch-up with him without dad trying to get the last word in constantly. I arrived at the address he gave me. It was a run down part of town. A lot of the houses had bars on the windows. All the lawns were gravel and cacti planted. A few palm trees here and there that had seen better days. I walked up to the door lugging my travel backpack with me. It would be great to get some laundry done if he’ll let me. I don’t have many clean clothes left. I knocked on the door and waited for a moment. Then the door opened and short older man answered. He was bald and thin. He sorta resembled my dad a little bit but he was older by about 15 years and looked like life had worn him down. I immediately noticed he was under dressed. He was in a short thin robe he hadn’t bothered tying up and underwear that I saw out of my peripheral. I kept eye contact and asked. “Uncle Chester?” His face lit up and was excited to see me. “William! It’s been ages! My look how big you’ve gotten!” He ushered me inside. His place was modest. A small one bedroom house the front door lead us to the living room that had a tv, a coffee table, and a dirty old couch. Uncle Chester immediately pulled me in for a tight hug. “It’s good to see you to uncle Chester.” I dropped my bag and returned his hug. “It’s been what? 12 years? 13? Oh that doesn’t matter, my little nephew is here and he’s not so little anymore.” Chester broke from the hug and grabbed my arms, feeling my muscles. “Oh, you’ve definitely developed into quite the man now. I bet you’re popular with the ladies.” “Thanks Uncle. I has been a long time. Thanks for letting me stay here a couple days.” He was still rubbing my arms a little, admiring how much I’ve changed. “Nonsense, you can stay as long as you like. Hell, stay the whole summer if you feel like it. My home is always open to you. How about a drink?” Before I could respond he was already off to the kitchen preparing something. “Thanks, uncle Chester. It pretty hot down here.” I sat on the couch and placed my bag by my feet. “Please just Chester. You don’t have to be so formal with me. You’ll quickly discover things around here are very loose and relaxed. Do you like gin and tonic?” “Oh, um I’ve had a few beers before but I haven’t tried gin.” “That won’t do, I see I’ll need to educate you on class while you’re here.” Chester returned with two beverages in hand. I was sitting mid level rummaging through my bag when I saw it. Holy shit what the fuck was that? Chester was standing in front of me and my eye-line naturally fell to what was between his legs. He wasn’t just wearing underwear, it was a thong, and the crotch area was large and left nothing to the imagination, I could see the contour of his head, even some of the veins on his shaft. Damn, I know I’m in his house but this was way more casual than I was expecting. I remembered how warm it was out side and it wasn’t much better in the house, so I guess his attire made sense. My glance at his package was only a split second and I quickly looked up at him, putting away the image of down below. “Thanks unc- uh Chester.” I took the drink from him. He was leaning against the couch and crossed his legs. His bulge becoming more prominent. “So tell me how you’ve been. High school, plans for college, career stuff, relationship status, I want to know it all.”
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For no particular reason at all I decided to stay at university the summer between my Freshman and Sophomore years. Largely, after having had a taste of freedom living away from home that year it just felt impossible to move back in with my parents and have to explain my comings and goings to them. So instead I lived in a little apartment with no AC, and worked for a local friend’s day who had a small contractor business. I’d taken woodshop all through high school and was a fairly decent carpenter. The work was hard but the pay was good for a 19 year old with pretty few expenses. At the time I was just under five foot ten, and still pretty thing. My dirty blonde hair almost always looked like I needed a haircut or to comb it but that’s just how it grew. In high school I’d been a swimmer and I still had a fairly long and lithe build. I was naturally pretty hairless, only really sporting a few hairs in the middle of my chest and a dark treasure trail running into my ample pubes. My arms were mostly smooth, though my legs and ass had a nice amount of fur. The only part of my body that I would have described as hairy though were my pits, and I was proud of that fact. Any time there was an excuse for me to wear a tank top, or a cut off shirt to show them off I did. I already knew that I was bi. Truly I’d known that for years. It had never really bothered me, but I’d also never really felt the urge to tell people. Most people who looked at me assumed I was straight. I’d been one of the jock’s in high school, even dated a cheerleader or two. Yet even when I had a serious girlfriend I always found myself watching gay porn too. Like most young people my porn were pretty bland and vanilla; straight jock porn, and gay jock porn. Nothing to really write home about. So much of that changed over that summer. Technically I would still say I’m bi, but I understand myself so much more and sex with a woman can never fulfill me the way sex with a man can. For the first month of the summer I was always with or supervised by my friends dad and boss Peter. He’d taught me how to frame out a wall, hang sheet rock, put up molding. He taught me how to patch holes in a wall, and smooth it out for paint. We did some larger jobs, ripping out a whole bathroom and starting again, and filled in with odd jobs. Then the weekend after July 4th Peter sent me on my first solo job, and it changed my life. The house was normal enough looking when I pulled up in my little car that afternoon and got my tool box out. I wheeled my kit up to the front door and rang the bell. I didn’t really need the massive box of tools my boss had provided me, I was just there to patch some sheet rock, but I wanted to seem professional. My illusion of professionalism went right out the window however when the home owner opened the door. He was tall, probably just over six foot, with short salt and pepper hair. He had a square jaw obscured partly by a short but thick beard. His eyes were bright, and seemed to boar into me. He had broad shoulders that strained the fabric of the white tshirt he had on. Hard, obvious nipples, pressed out from the thin fabric, and thick swirls of chest hair were clearly visible too. He had a slight gut, but was also obviously very strong, his arms were covered in crisscrossing veins. My eyes traveled down his body to the low-slung sweat pants, the unmistakable outline of a thick meaty cock, and the bare feet. I’d never really thought about older, bigger guys before, but now face to face with this massive perfect specimen of manhood I couldn’t think of anything else. “Hey there,” he said, smiling a big toothy smile at me from under his bushy moustache, “you must be Peter’s boy… Alex was it? I’m Jack.” “Yeah,” I replied in an embarrassing stammer, “He said you had some drywall that needed repairing.” “Sure do, come on through.” He stepped back and let me into the house, then closed the door behind me. It looked like just about any other suburban home with clean lines, and nice furniture. Jack lead me down the main hall towards the back of the house and then up a flight of stairs, helping me carry my tool chest up. I watched the muscles in his arms ripple as he pulled the chest up the stairs behind him. When we got to the top of the steps I had to pause and adjust myself, my dick was harder than it had ever been before. I followed Jack into the back bedroom where he pointed to several medium sized holes in the wall. “I had an incident hanging a shelf. Turns out I didn’t hit a single stud.” Jack laughed lightly. “No problem,” I said, trying to mirror his jovial tone, “I can fix that.” “Great. I’ll leave you to it. Bathrooms down the hall, and I’ll be downstairs if you need anything.” “Thank you so much. I’ll let you know when I’m all done.” “Great.” He clapped me on the shoulder, the weight of his large hand sending shivers through me. The first part of the repair was easy. I squared up the holes, cut some small patched of drywall from a scrap I’d brought with my and patched them in with drywall mud. Then I sat back to watch the mud dry before I could sand and do a second coat. My thought almost immediately turned back to Jack, his big arms, the meaty bulge in his sweat pants, the slight scent of man musk that just hung around him. I was instantly hard. No one, of any gender, had ever had this kind of effect on me. I was enraptured. After a few minutes of my dick pressing painfully into my jeans as it hardened, I got up intending to find the bathroom and jerk off quickly. I walked down the hall and opened the first door I came to. I gasped. This was certainly not the bathroom. The room was entirely painted black, with a black tiled floor and lit completely in red. In the center hung a black leather sling, suspended from a mirror in the ceiling by thick silver chains. Next to the sling was a long table covered with dildos of all shapes and sizes. Along one wall hung leather gear, leashes and chains. Along the other wall were propped various other contraptions for supporting a person while they were being used; a large wooden X, a padded bench. A large leather chair occupied the far corner with a matching foot stool. “Looking for something?” I spun around, my heart in my throat and was suddenly face to face with Jack. I hadn’t heard him coming up the stairs and now he’d caught me looking at his sex room. “I… I was looking for the bathroom.” “It’s the last room at the end of the hall. This is my playroom.” “Oh… um… yeah… I’m sorry.” “Don’t be sorry.” He stepped out of my way to let me down the hall to the bathroom. Head down I rushed past him only stopping when I heard him say, “Well… did you see anything you liked?” “What?” My face burned bright as I turned back around to face the hulk of a man behind me. “Did you see anything in the playroom you liked?” “Um… I didn’t really look…” “We both know that’s bullshit… I can see your hard cock from here.” “Look. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pry… I opened the wrong door.” “It’s ok boy. Calm down. Come here.” I swallowed hard and walked towards him. He reached out and grabbed me firmly by the shoulder leading me back into his playroom. “Now, you’ve done nothing wrong, and this is a safe space. Take a look around, take a long look, and tell me, what made your boy cock so hard.” “I…” I pause, tripping over my words, and then taking a breath did as he said. I took in the black room, the deep red lighting, the sling, the toys, the fuck bench (though I didn’t know that was what it was called then), the leather, and the restraints. “Honestly, everything. I’ve never seen anything like this. I don’t… I don’t even know what some of these things are for, but… It all turns me on.” “Good boy,” he said, rubbing my shoulder. My cock throbbed. I liked hearing him call me a good boy. “Honestly will get you far in this house, but we don’t want to distract you too much from your work. Peter wouldn’t like that.” “Well, actually… um… Sir… I was waiting for the spackle to dry on the patches I did… and it won’t be dry for at least another forty minutes.” “Sir?” He cocked his head to the side, “an interesting turn of phrase. Alright, so lets say you’ve got an nice even hour to kill shall be boy?” “Yes Sir.” I gulped again. “Come over here and have a seat on this footstool,” he said, leading me into the room and taking a seat in the large leather chair. I sat, as instructed, perched on the footstool. It was a little lower than the chair and I felt even smaller compared to Jack. “Tell me a little about yourself. How old are you, if you go to school, what interests you…” “Well, um… My name is Alex, but you already knew that. I’m twenty, I go to the university. I didn’t really want to go home this summer so I got this little apartment right off of campus and started working for Peter. He’s my friend’s dad.” “Why didn’t you want to go home?” “I just couldn’t imagine being home all summer after having a whole year of freedom. I wanted more time on my own. I want to explore and I don’t know… just be free to do what I want.” “I’m sure after a year on your own it would be hard to go back to living with parents. Are you enjoying being on your own?” “I love it. The apartment I’m in doesn’t have AC in every room, it just has this one window unit, but I’m there alone. So every day when I get home I just strip down to my boxers and sit around in my underwear. Its so freeing.” “Doesn’t sound too different to my life here. Most of the time I don’t were much more than a jock strap in the house. I only got dressed today because you were coming over.” He grinned at me. “Although, with the way you were staring at my dick when you first came in maybe you would have appreciated the jock.” “I’m sorry Sir. I… I didn’t mean to stare. I’m bi, and I’ve always known that but I’ve never been with a guy… and all the gay porn I’ve watched has just been young jocks… when you opened the door this morning I was just so… I was just so unprepared for how…” I trailed off feeling embarrassed. “Keep going.” “I was unprepared for how… how incredibly fucking hot you are.” “Good boy, doesn’t that feel better to say?” “Yes… Sir.” “Remember what I said about honesty in this house, and you should feel confident calling me Sir if it feels right.” “Yes Sir.” I grinned. “Good boy. You like it when I call you a good boy don’t you?” “Yes Sir I… I do.” “Good, give in to that.” “Yes Sir.” I said with more confidence. “Stand up for me boy.” I did as I was told and stoop up facing him. “Now I want you to think very closely before following my next instructions. Your following them is your consent, do you understand?” “Yes Sir,” I said, though honestly, I didn’t understand at all and had no idea what was coming next. “You’re a good boy Alex.” “Thank you, Sir.” “Strip for me.” “What?” “I want you to strip for me, like you would at home alone.” I hesitated for a moment, and then did as he asked. I pulled my shirt off over my head, and dropped it on the ground. Then I bent down and undid my work boots kicking those off too, and stuffing my socks inside. Standing back up my hands shook a little as I undid my jeans, and after only a moments pause, pushed them down too. I stood there, in just my boxers with my cock hard as a rock and an obvious precum stain forming, in front of a man old enough to be my father probably that I had just met an hour ago. Yet, despite how nervous I felt, it also felt right. I liked obeying him, I liked calling him Sir, and most of all I liked being told I was a good boy. “Good, very good. I’m proud of you. Show off that sexy body. Are you ready to have your first experience with man?” I nodded nervously, and he smiled. “Then get on your knees.” I was terrified but also more turned on than I’d ever been, so I did what he asked. I got down on my knees and looked up at him expectantly. He smiled again, but there was something else there now too, a hunger. “Good boy. I was hoping this was going to be your choice.” Without getting up from the chair he pulled his tshirt off revealing his massive chest, and round stomach. I marveled at the thick dark hair that swirled over his body. His nipples stood out pink and firm from that mass of fur. I licked my lips, and my cock leaked even more. He shifted his weight, and pulled off his sweat pants. That’s when I saw it. For the first time in my life I was looking at another man’s cock in person. It was big and meaty with a broad flat head already glistening with precum. A wide vein ran along the top of the thick shaft. The base of his cock was completely obscured by thick wild pubes that spread until they connected to his treasure trail and leg hair. His balls hung so low and heavy that they brushed the chair even as he sat back. My mouth was watering “Come over here boy, get my cock in your mouth.” I didn’t hesitate for a second. I dove forward, nestling myself between his thick thighs. Until right then I’d never even seen another man’s penis, let alone touched it. I hovered for a moment, simply unsure of how to proceed and then taking a deep breath, I grabbed his cock. It was warm and firm in my grasp, and deeply alluring. I pushed myself till I was propped up on my knees and my mouth was level with the tip. I licked my lips, and then kissed the head of his cock. It tastes sweet, but also salty at the same time. Without having tasted it before, I immedicably knew that this is what sweat tasted like. It was intoxicating. Slowly I parted my lips, taking the head of his penis into my mouth. My body was on fire with lust. I’d imagined this moment countless times, but this was so different and so much better than any of my fantasies. Diligently I worked my way down the wide shaft till I had most of it in my mouth. Then I started bobbing my head up and down like I’d scene in countless porn videos. I tried to remember what had felt good on my own cock when my high school girlfriend had blown me and emulated that. When Jack let out a low moan my heart soared. I wanted nothing more than to make him feel good in that moment. Eventually his hand came to rest on the back of my head. His fingers twisted into my hair, and he took charge. He held my head in place and started to push his hips forward. His cock slid in and out of my hungry mouth. I slobbered all over his shaft as best I could as he started to fuck my face. I coughed and spluttered when his cock got too deep, and gasped for breath each time he pulled out till only his wide cock head was in my mouth. “Good boy,” he growled, “Take that fat cock down your throat. Your mouth feels so good. Making Daddy’s cock feel good. I’m going to shoot a big load down your throat boy. You want that don’t you? You want Daddy’s load?” I tried to nod my head yes. At that moment in time I’d never wanted anything else more. I wanted him to cum. I wanted him to shoot his load right on my tongue. I wanted to taste it. I wanted to swallow it. I wanted my first blowjob to end with me swallowing this man’s load. “Oh fuck boy, just like that. Yeah, hold your mouth open. Fuck. Open wide for Daddy. Good boy. Fuck! Yes! Take my load boy!” He held my head in one hand, the other was behind his head. I looked up at his beautiful manly body and his cock gave a powerful throb. He pulled back so just the top of his cock was past my lips and let it go. Thick ribbons of cum erupted from the head of his dick like water bursting through a dam. It filled my mouth in just a few squirts and I tried to swallow as quickly as I could. It tasted amazing, hot and tangy. Slowly his orgasm subsided and I licked the last of his load from my lips. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I looked up at Jack in awe, his cock still inches from my mouth. “You did good boy. With some training you’ll make a first-rate cock sucker.” “Thank you Sir.” “Did you have fun?” “Yes! That was amazing. I’m so hard Sir!” “I can see that. You’ve practically soaked through your boxers. I’m proud of you.” “Thank you Sir.” I rubbed my crotch absently while I looked up at him. Suddenly he bent down and snatched my hand away from my own leaking cock. “Did I say you could touch yourself.” “I… um… no…?” “No what?” He was suddenly very stern. “No Sir.” “That’s better. You’re new, and you’re worked up. Its ok. But, if we’re going to keep having fun like this you need to learn something.” “What’s that Sir?” “I am in charge.” My cock throbbed. “Yes Sir!” “Good boy. Alright. Its been just about an hour. Why don’t you get yourself together and go finish your work. I’ll be downstairs when you’re done,” and with that he got up, pulled up his pants, and left the room. For a long moment I just knelt there on the floor in shock at what had just happened. I was so horny but I didn’t dare touch myself. Eventually I got up. I looked at my clothes laying on the floor, and then thought to myself ‘he didn’t tell me to get dressed…’ so wearing only my precum soaked boxer shorts I padded back into the back bedroom and sanded down my dry wall patches. A half hour later I was finished, cleaned up, and had packed up my tools. I walked back into the playroom, picked my clothes up off the floor and tossed them on top of my tool bag. Then I carried the whole lot back down the back stairs. Jack was sitting in the kitchen. He’d stripped off and was now only wearing a thin well-worn jock that barely held his hefty flaccid cock in place. My mouth watered at the sight. “Well, this is interesting… you’re still in your underwear boy. Did you finish your work like that?” “Well, you said that you are in charge, and… and you didn’t say to get dressed just to finish the work so I… sorry. That was probably the wrong thing to do. I’m so embarrassed. I’ll get dressed.” He got up and cupped my chin in his hand. “Don’t be embarrassed boy. You’ve done great. You’re right, I didn’t tell you to get dressed, and I’m certainly never going to complain about a boy being in his underwear. It shows real initiative too. You know… I had intended to just fuck your mouth and send you on your way but…” he paused for a moment looking me up and down. “How about this. Normally I wouldn’t take on a boy who’s as inexperienced as you, training a boy from scratch can be a lot of work, but… if you can prove to me you’re serious I might just make you mine.” Truthfully I had no idea what he meant by any of that, but it didn’t matter. In that moment I would happily do anything for Jack. “Whatever you say Sir!” “I want you to come back here tomorrow. Tomorrow’s Saturday, I assume you have the day off?” I nodded. “Good. Ok. Come here tomorrow at noon. When you get here park out front like you did today, and then let yourself round the back. You will strip off in the back yard to your underwear, then you’ll knock on the back door and get on your knees and wait. If you come here know that coming here is you consenting to serving me. I am in charge. I will treat you well and I will make you feel things you have never felt before, but I am the boss. You feel pleasure when I want you to. You feel pain when I want you to. You are mine. Is that clear.” “Yes Sir!” I was completely hard again. “Good. Now, off you go. I’ll tell Peter how good a job you did upstairs.” “Thank you Sir.” I picked up my shirt and started to put it on. “You don’t need that. You can make it to your car as is. It’s a quiet street and my drive is plenty secluded. Think of it as your first test.” I gulped, and nodded. I dragged my bag to the front door and then taking a deep breath opened it and walked outside in nothing but my absolutely soaked boxers. I walked quickly to my car, stopping only to fish my keys out of my pants pockets, and loaded my things into the back seat. “Oh, and one more thing boy,” called Jack from the front door, “No more fucking boxers. My boys wear briefs or jocks. I don’t think you’re quite ready for a jock though. Tomorrow I expect to see you kneeing in a fresh pair of white briefs, or else I’m not letting you inside.” Then he closed the door and was gone. My hands were shaking as I got dressed in my car. I couldn’t believe what had just happened. Yet I knew it was real, I could still taste Jacks load on my lips. I drove to Peter’s little shop and dropped off my tools for the day, my dick still hard as it was when I’d left. It seemed like I would never be soft again I was so hard. I don’t think I ever made a conscious decision as to my next destination. It just seemed inevitable. I drove across town to the mall and parked in front of the Target. I shifted my dick so my erection wasn’t so obvious and walked into the store, heading straight towards the men’s underwear. I’d been a boxer’s man for years, at least since middle school. I’d never thought of returning to briefs, but standing there looking at all the options I understood why Sir preferred them. I didn’t clock it then, but somewhere between blowing him and picking out the underwear he told me to wear I had shifted from mentally calling Jack by his name to calling him Sir. Every package of briefs was adorned with a photo of a muscular man’s crotch in bulging underpants. I stared for a long time imagining what each models cock would look like in person. Eventually I found a pack of high cut white briefs. --- The next morning I was so full of nervous energy I couldn’t do anything. The night before I’d stripped off as soon as I got in the door, kicking off my precum filled boxers and tore into the package of briefs. I pulled a pair on and looked at myself in the mirror. I would have never guessed that one garment could be so transformative. In my boxers I looked like any other jock, lean and slightly tanned from the summer sun. In the briefs I looked more vulnerable, exposed, twinky. I liked it. I felt sexy. I slept, fitfully, in that pair. I’d resolved to follow Sir’s instructions, and hadn’t touched my cock at all. I was constantly hard, constantly reminded of what I had done that day and excited for what tomorrow would bring. At quarter past eleven I couldn’t wait any longer. Dressed in a fresh pair of briefs, basketball shorts and a tank top I got into the car and drove over to Sir’s house. I pulled into the drive ten minutes early and sat for as long as I could bare it. Finally at five minutes to noon I got out of the car, my heart pounding, and walked around the side of the house. I opened the small gate that separated the front yard from the back and headed over to the patio. At the edge of the brick slab I pulled off my tank top, kicked off my shoes, and dropped my shorts with no hesitation. I had no idea what Sir had in store for me but if it was anything like yesterday I was completely committed. I wanted it. I wanted him. I walked over to the glass sliding door, got on my knees on the mat, and knocked. After a nerve-wracking moment Sir appeared walking down the hall again dressed in nothing but an old white jock. My cock throbbed again. “You actually came, and you’re early. I’m impressed. Open up boy and I’ll give you your first treat.” He held his hand under my chin and tipped my face up to him as I opened my mouth. Then, very suddenly, he hawked back and spat a big wad of spit into my mouth and all over my cheeks. I was shocked, but also instinctually swallowed. “Good boy. You’re mine and now you’re marked as mine. Stand up for me. Look at you. These briefs suit you so much better than those horrible loose boxers don’t they?” “Yes Sir.” “Boxers are much too loose and macho for a boy like you. You need to be exposed, shown off, don’t you boy.” “Yes Sir!” “You learn quick. Do you like your new briefs?” “Yes Sir, very much. I bought them right after I left yesterday and I put a pair on as soon as I got home. I felt so… so sexy in them.” “Good! That’s exactly how you should feel boy. Alright, come inside the house and I’ll tell you what I have planned for your first training day.” I followed him inside and back up to the playroom where he once more sat in the big leather chair. Without having to be instructed I knelt on the floor in front of him. It just felt right. “Good boy. Now, before we get any further I want to make sure you understand I am not going to fuck you today.” I hadn’t honestly thought through what he might do to me, but I was still sad to hear that. “You’re not ready for me to fuck you, but don’t worry, if you prove yourself to be willing to learn and obey I’ll fill your sweet boy hole up with my cum soon enough. “Thank you Sir.” I said, my voice thick with lust. “Now some doms will tell you that you are only allowed to speak when spoken to. I find that boring. I want to hear what you’re thinking. I want to know when you’re excited or you enjoyed something. So speak up. Just remember, I am in charge.” “Yes Sir.” “Good. Next, just because I’m not going to fuck you today does not me today isn’t going to be about your hole. I’m going to spend today teaching you about your hole as a sex organ. Something tells me that you don’t have much experience in that area.” “I’ve fingered myself a few times Sir, but rarely and only one finger nothing like…” I looked around the room at the myriad of sex toys, “Nothing like the things you have here.” “That’s ok boy. I’ll start you small and work you open slowly. What’s important boy is that you let go and let me use you. I will make it pleasurable for you, but its not about that. Its about my pleasure in using you. Do you understand?” “Yes Sir. I’m nervous though.” “Don’t be. When a boy like you gives in to the pleasure of their hole it feels even better than playing with their cock. If you really let go boy you’ll shoot bigger loads than the one I’m betting you shot when you got home last night just from playing with your ass.” “I didn’t get off last night Sir.” “What?” “I… I didn’t jerk off last night Sir. You told me… well, you said that you were in charge and you told me not to touch myself so… I… I didn’t.” “You haven’t gotten off since you were here yesterday?” “No Sir.” “That is very interesting. Wow. I’m really impressed. You’re even more of a natural sub than I thought. Good boy.” “A sub Sir?” “Yes boy. A sub. A submissive. That’s what you are. There was just something about you yesterday when you came in that tipped me off, but I didn’t guess you’d be this naturally subservient. You like pleasing me don’t you? It makes you feel good to please me?” “Yes Sir!” “Good. Lean into that feeling. Focus on it. Making me feel good will lead to me making you feel good. If you really are as good a sub as you seem we are going to have a lot of fun together.” He got up from the chair. “Stay there boy,” he patted my head as he passed, and walked over to the wall covered in gear. He took a long moment looking over the wall before moving over to a collection of chains hanging all together. He picked up a smaller silver one, and grabbed a silver padlock from a small table. “Stand up boy.” I stood up and faced him. He passed the chain behind my head and rested it on my shoulders. The metal was cold, and it was heavier than I expected. I probably should have expected what came next but I was still surprised when he brought the two ends of the chain together and clicked the padlock through the links. He let the lock drop onto my chest. “Look at yourself in the mirror boy.” He turned me towards a floor length mirror next to the door to the room. I gasped. Just like the night before when I’d first tried on my new briefs I was shocked by how much a little thing could transform my image. The chain hung close to my neck, glinting in the red light. The lock looked large and prominent against my chest. My cock was straining against my briefs, and a small wet spot had already started to form as my dick started to leak. I couldn’t believe how sexy I looked. Sir stepped up behind me, joining me in the mirror. The difference between us was striking. He was tall and broad, covered in hair, with thick powerful arms. His jock bulged, heavy with his steadily swelling meat. He looked like a man, a true man. I on the other hand, was much thinner with far less muscle. My arms, though not undefined, looked puny next to Sir’s mass. I was almost hairless and small, straining in tight white briefs with a chain collar locked around my neck. I’d never seen a sub before, I’d never delved into that kind of porn, but I knew in that moment that this is what a sub was supposed to look like. I felt incredibly sexy, sexier than I ever had in my whole life up until that moment, and I would have done anything to keep feeling that way. “The collar suits you boy.” “Thank you Sir. I love it! I feel so fucking hot!” “Good! Good boy. You’re finding your place. Now, this is just a training collar, it will only stay on for today’s session. But if you’re a good a sub as I’m starting to think you will be you’ll have your own permanent collar and lock soon enough.” I spun to face him, looking up into his big square face with pleading eyes. “Really Sir?” “Really boy, but a collar must be earned. Little novice holes like you don’t just get a collar.” “Yes Sir. I understand Sir… but I’d like to earn it.” “Good boy. You like how the collar feels don’t you?” “Yes Sir! I feel so sexy.” “You are sexy. You look like the perfect sub, well almost perfect.” “Almost?” “We’ll get there… you’re not quite ready for the next step yet boy. Don’t worry about that. Focus on what’s happening right now.” “Yes Sir.” “Now that we’ve got you properly dressed for the day. Time for your first lesson: Worshiping Daddy’s body. You did a damn fine job sucking my cock yesterday, but there’s more to pleasing a man than just giving him a blow job.” “Yes Sir.” “Come over here and get your nose in my pits. Get my scent on you.” He put his hands behind his head exposing his furry pits. A wave of musk hit me like a tsunami. I was entranced by the smell, intoxicated even. I’d never smelled anything quite like it. It was something akin to the smell of the gym locker room but delicious at the same time, like the raw scene of muscularly. I dove into his pit nose first. I nuzzled deep, breathing in the heady aroma. I stuck out my tongue and lapped at the hair. The taste was just as enticing as the smell. Salty and mysterious, I licked the sweat from his pit, twisting my tongue through the hair there. Sir let out a satisfied groan when I pulled back gasping for air. “Good job boy, now do the other one.” Not needing to be told twice I frantically started sniffing and licking Sir’s other pit. I felt high. It was wild. His scent seemed to make me even hornier. My head was spinning. I slowly started to move from Sir’s pit, licking at his skin as he went. I’d seen guy getting their nipples played with in porn, and made my way to Sir’s big pink nipple. I flicked my tongue across it and he moaned his approval. I sucked and teased his nipple, feeling it harden in my mouth. Sir grunted, and put his hand on the back of my head pressing me to his chest. “Good boy, lick Daddy’s nipples,” he growled. After a few minutes he shifted me to his other nipple and I devoured that one too. When Sir finally let me up my face was slick with spit, and I was grinning stupidly. “Good job boy, and you knew to work my nipples without me having to tell you. I’m very proud of you. You’re such a natural at this. Why don’t you work your way down and suck on my balls for a minute before we get you in the sling for the first time.” I grabbed at Sir’s chest, licking his nipple for a few moments more before slowly sinking to my knees. At first I just looked at the full pouch of his jock, remembering what it contained. Then I pulled it aside and let Sir’s cock flop out. He wasn’t completely hard yet, but his cock still hung long and thick. I held his dick gently in one hand, lifting it, and started swallowing his balls. I pulled first one then the other into my mouth. I licked all along his sack, tasting more sweat and musk. I burred my nose in his pubes, inhaling his scent. As I worked his balls his dick continued to harden, swelling to its full and impressive size. I stroked it lightly, but Sir smacked my hand away, “I told you to work my balls boy, not play with my cock.” “Sorry Sir,” I gasped, letting his balls out of my mouth for a second. “You earn my cock through submission, I will let you know when it’s time for you to play with my cock.” “Yes Sir!” “Now swallow my balls boy!” I hungrily went back to my work. I liked his balls till his pubes were matted down with my spit and my face was shining. Sir moaned in appreciation as I worked his body and teased his sack. I was in heaven. Every sound of pleasure he made sent a shot of endorphins through my body. He was right, I was getting pleasure out of making him feel good. It made me happy to pleasure him. I’d never considered how good it could feel to submit. “Good job boy, fuck. You’re good at that. I can’t believe you’ve never been with another man. You’re a fucking natural. You were born for this.” “Thank you Sir!” I said from the floor, looking up at him, my face covered in spit and his precum. “Get up boy. Its time to get you in the sling.” I sprung to my feet, and he led me by the hand over to the swing in the middle of the room. He spun me around so I was facing him, with my back to the sling, “Take off your briefs.” Without hesitation I hooked my fingers into my waistband and pushed my briefs to the floor. My cock sprung up, slapping into my stomach leaving a stick trail of precum. “You are enjoying yourself, aren’t you?” He said looking at my cock. “Yes Sir. This is the hottest thing I’ve ever done.” “I’m glad to hear that boy. It means I was right about you. If you weren’t a natural born sub you wouldn’t be this turned on servicing me.” “It’s all so hot Sir. Honestly. I know I keep saying it but I’ve never felt sexier in my life. This is amazing. Thank you.” “Don’t thank me yet, our day’s just starting. Hold out your hands.” I did as he instructed and grabbed to leather cuffs from the table next to the sling. He snapped them around my wrists, and then locked two more around my ankles. A big drop of precum dripped from my cock onto the floor when the leather touched my skin. “Alright, on three give me a little jump.” He grabbed me under the arms and counted, “one, two, three.” I jumped up and he pushed me back. I landed on the seat of the sling. Sir lay me down in the contraption and I looked up at myself in the mirror above. Every time I looked at myself I looked more and more like a submissive boy. Now in addition to my collar and lock, I had stout leather cuffs with D rings on them on all for limbs which Sir was attaching to the chains of the sling. Within moments I was completely helpless, attached to the sling with no way of getting free. I was at Sir’s mercy, and there was nothing I could do about it. I looked at myself in the mirror; exposed, vulnerable, and submissive. It was perfect. “How do you feel boy?” “Amazing Sir!” “You look amazing. Like I said, I’m going to take this real slow, if at any point its too much I want you to speak up. I’m not promising that I’ll stop what I’m doing but I will coach you through what you’re feeling. Understand?” “Yes Sir!” “Ok, lets start training this boy hole. How many fingers have you taken before boy?” “Just one Sir. I’ve never been brave enough to try more. I always get scared I’ll hurt myself.” “Well you don’t have to be scared today boy. I’m opened boy holes wider than you can imagine right now. I wont hurt you.” He’d walked around me now so he was standing between my spread legs. The pouch of his jock was still pulled aside and his massive dick stood straight out pointing right at my hole. I felt my hole twitch as I looked at the drooling head. I watched in the mirror above as Sir stepped closer and rubbed his slick cock head against my ass. I felt the wet head brush over my hole and I moaned. “Good boy,” he said. “You want my cock don’t you?” “Yes Sir! I want you to fuck me.” “Like I told you earlier, I’m not going to fuck you today, only properly trained sub boys get my cock. But with how eager you and naturally predisposed to submission you seem, I don’t think you’ll have to wait that long to get my cock inside you.” He brushed his cock head against my hole again, “and my load.” “Fuck,” I moaned. “That’s right boy. Once I’m inside you I’m not going to stop until I’ve bred your sweet boy hole.” “Please Sir! I want you to breed me! Please train me for your cock.” “Good boy.” Sir grinned at me, and then to my shock, sank to his knees. I felt his warm breath on my hole first, then the tickle of his moustache on my taint, followed finally by his tongue flicking across my tight, virgin, pucker. “Oh my god!” I practically screamed. Sir chuckled, “relax boy. It’ll feel good. Just relax.” He did it again. His tongue darted across my hole, then back down. It began to circle the outside of my ring. He was right, it did feel good. I watched Sir burry his head between my legs, shoving his tongue into my ass in the mirror above. His head bobbed forward and back as he twisted his tongue around. Almost immediately I was a whimpering heaving mess. I pulled against the chains, my arms moving involuntarily and Sir worked my hole. It happened slowly but I felt it, my hole began to relax. As Sir’s tongue danced around and across my hole, very slowly the muscles began to relax. I was opening up for him, slowly blooming open. Sir felt it too, he began to push his tongue against my hole. Over and over as he continued his frantic lapping he’d press the point of his tongue against my pucker. Little by little he made progress, slowly prizing my ring open. “Holy shit! Holy shit!” I kept repeating over and over. I had never dreamed something could feel like this. “That’s it boy, give in. You can feel it, can’t you? You can feel your hole opening up for me. Its fucking beautiful. You have such a pretty hole, tight and pink, just the right amount hair. Fuck.” He dove back in, his tongue now focusing almost exclusively on the center of my hole. He pushed and pushed, till his tongue could slid easily in and out of my hole. I felt the shift. He was tongue fucking my hole. “Oh my god.” I moaned. “Good boy. Yeah, good fucking boy,” he growled into my hole. He kept that up for what felt like an hour. I was whimpering and moaning when he finally got back to his feet. His moustache and beard were wet with spit and ass juice. He looked even hotter than before. Sir licked his lips and smiled at me, “what a fucking beautiful hole. Its just fucking begging to be trained. Boy, you need this don’t you?” “Yes Sir! Please! Please train my hole.” “It just bloomed open for me.” He sucked on one of his fingers for a moment and then started to rub it on my hole. “And it didn’t tighten back up right away. Your hole is desperate for it.” He pressed the tip of his finger into my hole very slowly. “Desperate for me to stretch it out. Fuck boy.” He spat onto his finger, rubbed his spit over my hole and pressed forward again. There was a long moment where nothing happened. I watched anxiously in the mirror, trying desperately not to tighten up. Then very suddenly Sir’s finger vanished inside my hole. My body just opened up and swallowed his finger. I groaned and tossed my head back against the sling. My legs pulled against my chains and I saw stars flash before my eyes. Sir twisted his finger around, pulling at the sides of my hole as I groaned and blathered on at him “open me, use me, it feels so good.” “Good boy, open up for me, that’s it, you can do it,” Sir cooed back as he worked me over. Eventually he pulled his finger out and stuffed it and a second finger into his mouth. He got both fingers wet and then aimed them back at my hole. I closed my eyes, willing my hole open as he started to work two fingers into me. It wasn’t easy, but it didn’t hurt, to get his second finger in. My hole opened wider than it ever had before as Sir’s digits began to penetrate me. He worked them as before, twisting and pulling, stretching the sides of my hole wider little by little. He slicked two fingers on his other hand and began to alternate between the two hands, fucking his fingers in and out of me. Waves of pleasure coursed through me. My whole world had shrunk to Sir, his fingers, and my hole. I never even thought about my own cock, which lay against my body half hard and leaking a steady stream of precum onto my stomach. “Such a beautiful hole, and you’re opening up so well for me,” Sir said and he stuck three fingers in his mouth while still fucking two from his opposite hand into me. He dropped another big glob of spit onto my hole and then started to push three fingers in. “You maybe bi but you’ve got the making of a fag’s pig hole,” he said as my hole stretched open again and his three fingers sunk in to the knuckle. “Fuck Sir! Please make my ass into a fag’s pig hole!” “Is that what you want boy? You want me to turn you into a little fag boy? You want me to stretch your hole out till it’s a gaping mess? Give you a big wet pig cunt?” “Please Sir! Don’t stop till I’m a gaping mess! Please make me a pig cunt!” “Piggy boy cunts aren’t made in one session, but you’ve got a lot of potential boy. First we’ve got to get you nice and stretched out, and once you’ve got a warm wet pussy I’ll breed you and turn your hole into a pig cunt. Now, let’s see if you can handle something more than just my fingers.” With that he reached back over to the table next to the sling. I watched anxiously in the mirror as he selected a slender but almost a foot long silvery orange toy. It bent as he picked it up, flopping about in his hands. He poured lube all along its length and rubbed up and down the shaft to make sure it was spread out. Then he rubbed the extra lube from his hands on my hole, slipping his fingers in and out of me with ease. “Alright boy, this called a Slink. It is the smallest one and it’s got a long shaft so it’ll stretch you out slowly as it probes your hole. You ready?” “Fuck yes!” “Good boy. As I push in push out a little with your hole, it will open you up, but don’t strain. Alright now, deep breath in, and then let it out slowly.” I took a deep breath, and then very slowly blew it out through my nose. As I did Sir lined the toy up with my hole and started to press it into me. I pushed out and watched in shock as my hole bloomed open and accepted the toy. The first few inches slid inside me easily. I gasped, accidentally tightening my hole. “That was good boy, really good. You just got excited and clamped down. Take another deep breath and do the exact same thing.” We did it again. I took a deep breath, and let it out as I pushed out with my hole being careful to never strain. More of the toy sank inside me. Soon half of it had vanished inside me. “Good, good. That’s perfect. Now I’m going to fuck you with just this much of the toy. I want you to lay your head back. Try not to look in the mirror too much, just focus on how it feel.” “Yes Sir!” He slid the toy back till just the very tip was inside me, and then pressed it back inside. I groaned. He did it again. Slowly he built up the pace, fucking me with the long slender toy. Dutifully I kept my head back and eventually closed my eyes focusing on how my hole felt. It was incredible. I loved the feeling of being penetrated, every time Sir thrust the toy into me it hit something inside my hole that sent an electric shock of pleasure through my body. I felt stretched and used. I felt like a slut, and I liked it. “Fuck boy, you did it. Open your eyes and have a look.” I opened my eyes and looked up into the mirror. For a second I didn’t understand what I was seeing. Sir was standing between my outstretched legs with his hands at his sides, and the toy was nowhere to be seen but I could still feel it inside me. Then I understood. He had worked the rest of the toy inside me while he was fucking me. The whole foot long toy was now lodged in my ass. “Holy fuck Sir! How? How did you get all of that inside me?” “Very slowly. I told you boy, yours is not the first tight hole I’ve opened up. While you were focusing on the pleasure you were getting from the toy I pushed it a little deeper with each thrust till you’d taken the whole thing. Now watch this.” He took hold of the base of the toy and pulled back on it slowly. At first all I felt was pressure, then my ass gave way and the bulb of the toy slid out. I watched in awe as twelve long inches of orange silicone slipped from my hole and flopped into Sir’s waiting hands. As soon as the toy was out of my hole I felt empty. I missed the fullness that came with being penetrated. “Fuck Sir, it felt so good. Fuck me again with it please! Put it back.” “No, I think you took this one too easily. I’m going to size you up.” He dropped the Slink onto the table and walked down its length till he found what he was looking for. Holding a long black dildo he walked back to my hole. It was the same length as the Slink but without the taper. It had a fat head, and a wide shaft that ended in a pair of sculpted balls. Once more Sir slathered it with lube, rubbed some additional lube on my hole and then lined up the toy. “Deep breath, and push out while you let out your breath.” My hole opened easily for the new toy. The Slink had opened my hole and I had no problem with the girth for the first few inches. When about half the toy was in me Sir said again, “head back, eyes closed.” I did as instructed, and relaxed into the toy fucking. This time I knew what he was doing and I felt it. I felt the toy slowly working deeper and deeper into my hole. I felt myself opening up for it. I felt my guts being rearranged. Sir fucked me longer this time, eventually working up to long dicking me with the dildo. He’d pull its whole length out of me, resting the head on my hole and then push forward and sink the whole shaft back into me. I groaned as he worked me over and begged him to use me, and turn my hole into a pig cunt. “Fuck boy. You’re ready to size up again.” He pushed the whole length of the dildo in my hole, and then leaving me stuffed, moved down the table to pick my next toy. He came back with another dildo, this one however was fatter than either of the first two despite being several inches shorter. He lubed it up, pulled the pervious toy from my hole and then immediately replaced it with the new one. I groaned and without being told to do so, laid my head back on the and closed my eyes. Sir was getting more aggressive now. My hole was loosening quickly for him and he was being less gentle. He fucked this new fatter toy into me quickly and then proceeded to pound it in and out of my hole till I was a sweaty, drooling, blathering mess. “You’re doing so well boy. I’m so impressed,” Sir said, holding the toy deep inside me. “I can’t believe you’ve never had anything inside your hole before today. You’ve opened up so quickly. How do you feel boy?” “I feel fucking amazing.” I said in complete honesty. “I never imagined that getting fucked would feel this good. Its just… its amazing. I want more! Fuck. I want you to make me into a pig hole so bad! I want to be stretched out and used. I want to be full of your cum” “Damn. Hungry fucking boy. I love it. I like it when you beg me boy. But, I meant what I said, you’re not getting my cock today. You’re still not ready.” “Yes Sir.” “But you can get my load another way.” “How Sir?” He slid the dildo from my hole and set it aside. Then he unlocked my hands and feet and pulled me from the sling. I fell into him. My legs where shaking and unstable, lack of blood flow and being stretched for the first time had made me weak. Sir chuckled, “Get your legs back under you and then, you’re going to swallow my cock while you ride that dildo.” “Fuck yes Sir!” Sir moved us both over to the chair where he sat down handing me the dildo. It was heavy in my hands. I got on my knees in front of Sir, and then lent forward and aimed the dildo at my hole. It took me a moment to get the angle right but once I did it slid right back in. I shifted positions and slid the full length of the dildo inside me. Sir growled his approval and pointed his cock head at my face. I licked my lips, and fully impaled on the fat silicone cock I started to slurp on Sir’s dick. He held the back of my head again forcing me to take more and more of his cock down my throat. I coughed and spluttered but kept riding the dildo. It was completely overwhelming. There were too many amazing sensations happening at once that I couldn’t focus on anything. I found my mind going blank till I was only focused on the dildo in my ass and the cock down my throat. He fucked my throat till my jaw hurt and then kept going. My eyes were watering and drool was dripping off of my chin. I’d completely forgotten to keep bouncing on the dildo and was instead just sitting with it completely lodged inside my formerly virgin hole while my mouth was ravaged. Eventually Sir’s breathing shifted, his pace changed, and he pulled out till his cockhead rested on my tongue again. I knew what was coming next. Ribbons of hot sperm shot out of his cock filling my mouth. I swallowed rapidly, gulping down as much as I could. I felt a small trickle of cum escape from the corner of my mouth as the last spurts fired. Sir collapsed back into his chair, both hands behind his head exposing his beautiful bushy pits and filling the room with a fresh wave of musk. I sat back, relishing the feeling of fullness in my hole and licking my lips. “Fuck boy, you did well.” He said eventually. “Thank you Sir. That was amazing, and… and thank you for giving me your load.” He looked down at me quizzically. “Jesus. You really are a born sub. Fuck. Thanking me for my load unprompted. Fuck!” He reached down and rubbed my head, mussing up my hair. “I wish I could wreck you all night.” “You can Sir! I don’t have to go anywhere.” He laughed, “No boy, your hole’s been through a lot. You need some rest, or we’ll end up breaking your pretty little cunt in training. Time to get off that dildo.” “Sir cant I just…” “Who’s in charge here boy?” “You are Sir.” “Correct, and I told you its time to get off that dildo, so get the fuck up.” “Yes Sir, sorry Sir!” I shifted onto the balls of my feet and slowly raised myself up will the dildo fell from my hole. I felt empty. I missed it already. “Good boy, that’s better. I know you’ve had a big day and these feelings can be overwhelming so I’ll forgive you this time.” “I’m sorry Sir.” “Its ok boy.” He held my chin in his hand, “just remember whos boss in this house.” “You are Sir.” “That’s correct.” He tipped my face up to him and did something I didn’t expect. He kissed me. I leaned in, pressing myself to his warm body as our tongues intertwined. His beard scratched at my chin and his moustache tickled my nose. It was heaven. “I’m really proud of you boy,” he said when he broke apart our kiss. “There aren’t many boys who are experience with getting fucked who can take three hours in the sling their first day. You did amazingly.” “Did? Are we done Sir?” “For today we are. Like I said, we cant risk breaking your pretty hole on the first day.” “Oh. Right.” “Don’t look so sad. Come back tomorrow and we’ll keep opening you up.” “Yes Sir!” I didn’t want to stop but at least this wasn’t the end forever. “Tomorrow when you come do the same thing you did today. Go around back, strip down to your briefs, knock and wait on your knees. Got it?” “Yes Sir.” “Oh, and tonight… I want you to jerk off tonight.” “Yes Sir!” “Jerk off thinking about what we did today, watch some porn of boys being used by doms. And then in that post nut clarity I want you to ask yourself if this is something you really want to do. If you come back here tomorrow I want it to not just be pent up hormones, but what you really want to do. Understood?” “Yes Sir.” “Good then get your briefs and gather your clothes from the back porch. I’ll see you tomorrow at noon.” I lay in my bed that night, my briefs pulled to the side any my cock sticking straight up leaking. I rubbed at my tender hole as I stroked remembering the afternoon I had. I heard Sir’s voice in my head saying “In that post nut clarity ask yourself ‘is this something I really want.’” How could the answer be no? The whole day had been pure bliss. I felt like I had found my place. I stroked my cock feverously thinking of Sir calling me a “good boy” as he stretched out my hole. I felt my used but as of yet unfucked no longer truly virginal pucker and imagined Sir’s cock finally entering me. My balls tightened and cum erupted from my dick like water from a fire hydrant. It shot high into the air and rained down over my sweaty heaving chest. I dipped my fingers into the puddles and lapped up my own load falling back against the pillows as my climax ended. I was panting and exhausted, but one things was crystal clear in my mind: I would be at Sir’s house at noon the next day kneeling in my briefs as ordered. “I knew you wouldn’t disappoint,” Sir said as he opened the sliding door in nothing but his jock smiling down at me. “How did it feel blowing that load last night boy?” “I’ve never cum so hard in my life Sir. It was all over me and then I licked it up.” “I bet you were playing with your hole at the same time weren’t you boy?” “Yes Sir, and imaging you fucking me.” “Glad to hear it boy… and when you came, how did you feel?” I paused for a moment thinking and then replied, “Resolved Sir. I want to be your boy. I want to be trained by you. I want you to make me into a pig. I want a pig cunt Sir! I want to be your sub. I want to learn to submit! Please Sir!” “Good boy. I like your honesty, and I’m glad that’s your choice. I’ve been thinking about your sweet boy hole all morning. Now, as cute as those briefs are on you they’re only going to get in the way of what’s next. Take them off, you can leave them out here with the rest of your clothes. You won’t be getting dressed again today.” I stood up and took off my briefs, only momentarily self-conscious about being completely naked outside. “Good boy. Come inside.” He led me inside, but instead of heading right upstairs to the playroom he brought me over to the kitchen island. “Hope up here,” he said, patting the island. I did as instructed and sat on the edge of the island. Then he turned to the freezer and pulled out a small bag of ice. “Put this on your dick to make it go soft boy.” I blinked at him confusedly but followed his instructions. I placed the freezing cold ice on my hard cock and felt it slowly begin to deflate. Sir then took something out of his pocket and pulled the ice away. He quickly worked a hard plastic ring around the base of my cock and balls, my dick swelling again. With the ring securely in place he put the bag of ice back on my junk making it go soft once more. As soon as I had completely lost my erection Sir took the ice away once more and deftly slipped a small plastic cage over my cock and locked it to the ring. “That load you shot last night,” he said, an evil glint in his eye, “was the last load you’re gonna shoot for a long while. I hope it really was a good one.” At this point in my life I’d never seen a cock cage or heard of male chastity, yet here I was with my cock straining against the confines of a black plastic cage. “This way all of your focus will be on your hole, not that you did a bad job of that yesterday but this… ensures compliance. Now, lets get you upstairs and start opening that hole up again. What do you say?” “Yes Sir!” I jumped down from the kitchen island and practically ran up to the play room. Sir chuckled coming into the playroom after me and seeing me standing right in front of the sling facing the door, my locked cock proudly on display. “Wrists out boy.” I held out my hands and he locked the cuffs back on them, then he did the same for my ankles. I stood still as a statue waiting while he retrieved my collar from the day before and re-attached it around my neck. “You look perfect.” “Thank you Sir.” “I thought we’d try you out on the bench this time,” he said, “instead of the sling. You wont be able to see what’s happening and can give in to just being a gaping hole.” He brought me over to the bench, and helped me to mount it. The bench was angled downward, and once Sir had attached my cuffs I was forced downward so that my ass was higher than my head. I had thought the sling left me exposed yesterday but it was nothing compared to this. My hole was totally exposed and I was held into place by the thick leather cuff. My cock throbbed in its new cage. “You look beautiful boy. Your locked up cock is leaking everywhere, and your hole is quivering. I’m going to open your hole till it’s a big loose cunt. I’m going to turn you into the perfect sub pig and breed your guts till my cum runs down your legs.” “Fuck yes! Please Sir! Use me! Stretch me out! Wreck me! Breed me!” “All in good time boy. All in good time,” and without further warning he dove into my hole. He licked at it like a man possessed just like he had done the day before. Only this time, it didn’t take half the time before my hole started to bloom open. I felt it, my hole still sensitive from yesterday, slicked and then opened, slowly relaxing under Sir’s assault. I moaned as his tongue started to work into my ass, flicking over the muscular ring over and over again. Sir growled as his opened me up. His big meaty paws held my cheeks firmly, spreading them apart. “Oh fuck, oh fuck.” I groaned over and over again. “This is going to be the perfect pussy.” Sir said, smacking me hard on the ass as he stood up. I heard him moving around but I couldn’t see where he went. After a few moments he returned, and I felt the cold slickness of lube being spread on my hole followed by the unmistakable pressure of a toy. “Lets see what we can get in this hole today boy,” and he pressed the head of the toy into me. It felt narrow but steadily widened. Maybe it was the Slink from yesterday, but then it just kept going and going. It felt longer than anything yesterday. I closed my eyes and focused on relaxing my hole and enjoying the experience. Eventually I stopped wondering what it was and just lost myself in the pleasure the toy was giving me. Sir progressively built up speed till eventually he was bashing my hole with the toy, the end of which felt like it had gone a miles into my guts. My hole felt wet and sloppy when he pulled the toy out. My hole felt cold without it, and I realized that that was air getting into my gaped ass. Sir replaced the first toy with another one almost immediately. This time, like yesterday, it was less tapered than the first. He steadily worked it deep inside me and I again lost myself in the experience. We did this over and over as Sir put larger and larger toys inside me. My world shrunk with each toy to focus more and more on my hole and Sir’s voice. The only thing that mattered were his words of encouragement and making myself into the hole he wanted. I had fallen into some sort of trance when he finally said, “Lets get you off this bench, I want you to see what was just in your pussy.” “My pussy Sir? Does that mean…?” “That your hole is growing? Absolutely. It’s not a cunt just yet, but its definitely more than just a hole.” Sir unhooked me, and helped me to sit up and then dismount the bench. My arms and legs both felt a little numb as I stood up. “Close your eyes and hold out your hands.” I did as instructed and a heavy weight fell into my hands. “Open them.” I looked down and gasped. I was holding what seemed like an impossibly large dildo. It was the same silvery orange as the Slink but had a spear shaped head, a long slightly tapered shaft and a slight knot at the bottom. It had to be almost a foot and a half long almost three inches across at the head. “There’s no way that was inside me Sir.” “I’d never lie to you boy. Squat on it right now. You’ll see I’m not lying.” I did as he said and set the massive dildo on the floor and then started to lower myself down onto it. My mouth hung open in shock as my hole easily opened for the head, and then slowly but surely swallowed the whole shaft. “Holy fuck,” I groaned as I sat on the floor fully impaled on the toy. “Thank you Sir.” “For what boy?” “For showing me how good my pussy can feel!” “You’re most welcome boy. It feels right doesn’t it boy, to have your hole stretched around a big toy and your dick locked away.” “Yes Sir! It feels so good.” “Good boy. You’re learning to take pleasure from a sub’s place in the world. A sub should be constantly horny and ready to service any man who wants to use its holes.” “Yes Sir!” I was bouncing absent mindedly on the toy as he talked. It felt so good. I couldn’t believe it. Yesterday I’d barely had a finger up my ass and today I was riding a massive toy like it was nothing. Sir was a magician. He was also right. It felt so good to be locked up and stretched out, I never wanted it to end. “I’ll do anything you want.” “Really boy? Anything?” “Yes Sir! Anything!” “Open your mouth boy.” He stepped right in front of my and pulled the pouch of his jock to the side. His fat semi hard cock flopped out. I opened my mouth expecting him to start face fucking me. Instead he twisted one hand into my hair holding my head still, and used the other to aim the head of his dick at my open mouth. He closed his eyes for a second and then suddenly the back of my throat was hit with a hot stream of piss. “Swallow boy. Take my piss load.” I swallowed as quickly as I could but his stream came out way too fast and soon hot piss was streaming down my cheeks and dripping onto my chest. His piss was bitter but also somehow delicious. I gulped it down. I think even if it had tasted disgusting I would have still swallowed it. Sir wanted me to drink his piss, so I drank his piss. Some part of me understood that this was not just about sexual gratification in the moment but also about him asserting his dominance and control over me. I was becoming an object for use, and I’d never been happier. As Sir’s stream ended I licked my lips and flicked my tongue across the head of his dick, lapping up the last of his piss. I looked up and saw Sir smiling at me, a big messy grin. “Damn boy. I expected you to resist or spit it out. That was… wow.” “You told me to swallow,” I said cheekily. “You’re right. I certainly did. Fuck boy.” His did was hard now and he slapped it against my face. I hung my mouth open and let him push the head into my mouth. He held onto the back of my head with both hands and crammed his dick down my throat. For a second I couldn’t breathe before he pulled back again. I sank all the way down on the massive dildo and let Sir face fuck me. He groaned and growled as he used my throat. Thick globs of spit dripped off my chin and I started to sweat. When Sir finally came it was with a massive yell and hot volleys of cum filled my mouth. I swallowed his load down too, savoring his tastes with satisfaction. “Good boy… good boy,” he cooed running his fingers through my hair. When his dick had gone soft he knelt down in front of me and took my face in his hand. “Good job boy. I’m really proud of you.” “Thank you Sir!” “You’re doing so well. You’ve impressed me so much. Your holes gone from a tight little pucker to a nice wet pussy so quickly.” “Thank you Sir! It feels so good. I love having my hole turned into a pussy.” “Good, and tomorrow I’m going to turn it into a cunt.” “Really?” “Really boy. Tomorrow you get what you’ve been asking for. I’m going to bend you over and pump you full of my spunk.” “Fuck! Please Sir! I’m ready now Sir!” I bounced on the dildo to show him I was ready. As I rode the dildo my hole made a wet squelshing sound that made me even hornier. “No boy. You’re going to wait till tomorrow. You’re going to spend the night in that cage, and come here after you’re done with work tomorrow. You’re going to prove to me that you want this,” He shook his cock at me, “Badly enough. You’re going to prove you’re a good boy, and then I’m going to breed you and make you mine.” “Yes Sir! I’ll be here Sir!” “Good boy.” “Um… Sir…?” “Yes?” “Could I… is there a toy I could take home? It just feels too good to be stretched out. I don’t want it to stop!” He smiled, “After tomorrow boy you’ll be stretched out all the time. For tonight your hole needs to rest. Now come on,” he grabbed me under the arms and pulled me up to my feet. The dildo fell from my used hole as I stood up. I felt empty. “Let’s get you dressed.” I stripped naked as soon as my apartment door closed behind me and flopped back onto my bed. I lay there running my hands across my body. My skin felt electric, as if every touch was heightened after my experience. My balls were more sensitive than they had ever been pressed forward and slightly squished by the ring of my new cage. I pulled my legs back and felt my hole. It felt puffy and swollen. It also felt amazing. I rubbed my fingers across it reveling in to the slickness I still felt. My hole had gone from completely virginal to a wet sloppy pussy in just two days and tomorrow it would become a pig cunt. I was in heaven. The next day it was almost impossible to concentrate. I felt the pressure of my cage constantly. Every time I moved I felt it, and it kept me in a constant state of arousal. Peter could tell I was distracted but he didn’t seem to mind. He just let me exist and wait out my time till I could go back to Sir’s house. When our day was over and we’d dropped off tools back at the shop I practically bolted to my car. I drove as fast as I dared back over to Sir’s house and ran around the back of his house. I stripped off as soon as I got to his back porch and knelt down fully naked at the sliding door. Sir came to the door today dressed in a black leather vest, and black leather chaps with well-worn white jock on. There was a stout leather cuff around his left bicep, and he had on heavy black leather boots. “Fucking sub faggot waiting naked and caged for his Dom. So fucking sexy,” he said when he opened the door. “Good boy, open your mouth.” I did as instructed, guessing at what was next. Like the day before he pulled his jock to the side and rested his semi hard dick on my lips before releasing a massive stream of piss into my mouth. I gulped it down hungrily, swallowing as much as I could. When he’d finished he slid his dick deeper into my mouth and fucked my face as he got hard. He pulled his fully hard cock out of my mouth, and turned my face up to his. Then he bent down and spat right into my mouth. “How did my boy enjoy his first day as a locked boy?” “It was really hot Sir,” I said, after swallowing his spit, “But it was hard to think about anything about being caged and how horny I was.” “Good. I told you a sub boy should always be horny and ready to service men, especially his Sir.” “Yes Sir! I’m ready for you. Anything you want! I’m ready to serve.” “I know you are boy. Are you ready to get that pussy turned into a cunt?” “Yes Sir! I want it so bad!” “Then lets get upstairs then!” Sir took me upstairs, fitted the cuffs on me again, and latched the collar around my neck. He then lifted me into the sling and locked me in place. I gazed up at myself, taking in my spread legs, exposed body and leaking caged cock. I looked like such a slut. “Fuck,” said Sir rubbing his fingers across my hole. “Such a beautiful fucking boy pussy. I’m going to breed you so deep boy my load’s going to be in you for days.” “Please Sir, breed my hole! Make me into a pig cunt!” “That’s it boy, beg me. Beg for my load. Tell me what you want.” He got down on his knees and started to eat my hole as I alternated between begging and whimpering. “Please Sir! Fill my hole! Pump me full of your sperm. I want to be your boy! I want to be your cum dump. I need to be used. I’m just a sub boy, made for you to fuck! I need it so bad Sir! I’ve needed it for days. I want you inside me so bad! I can’t think about anything else. Every time I close my eyes I see you on top of me. I dream about you fucking me. Please let me serve you. Let me make you feel good. Please breed me!” “Good boy,” Sir said when he stood up, “You’re learning your place. You’re going to make such a good sub.” He was leaning over me holding onto the chains by my wrists. He bent down and kissed me deeply. Then he stood up and towered over me. I looked up into the mirrored ceiling and saw his jock was off and his cock was fully hard and leaking. He lined it up with my hole and rubbed against my pucker. I groaned. “Good boy. Just like before, deep breath in, let it out and push out with your hole. Its time to turn your hole into a cunt.” I did as he said and took a deep breath. With my eyes locked on his cock in the mirror I let it out and pushed gently. Sir’s cock was smaller than the toy’s I’d been riding the day before but it was thick with almost no taper to the shaft and it took some time and extra spit before his head broke through my sphincter. I moaned in ecstasy as the first two inches of cock entered my body. Sir growled hungrily. “Good boy, take my big raw cock. Feel it opening your pussy, turning it into a cunt. That’s right boy, you’ll never be the same after this. You thought those toy’s felt good now that you’ve had real cock in your hole you’ll never be able to go back. You’ll always long for it. You’ll need it. You’ll need big raw dick in your sweet boy cunt.” While he was saying all of this he was slowly pushing his dick into me. I was whimpering and groaning, quietly begging him to make me his boy and fill me with cum. “That’s it boy, you’ve got my whole cock inside you now. You’ve taken your first dick.” “It feels so good Sir! Fuck! Your dick is so big. I love it. Please! Please fuck me Sir!” “I like hearing you beg boy.” “Please breed my hole Sir! Make me into a cunt!” “Good boy,” he said and started to pull his cock back out. He built up a slow pace first, using the swing of the sling to force his dick harder and harder into my hole. I was mesmerized watching his dick slide in and out of my ass in the mirror. Part of me couldn’t believe it was happening, and part of me felt like it had been inevitable that I would somehow end up here. Sir was right, I was a natural born sub. It didn’t matter that I was bi, I was a faggot made to be used. I moaned as Sir picked up the pace and started to slam into me. Sweat was beading up on both of us. It dripped off of Sir and splattered onto my body. The smell of sex started to permeate the air. It was like Sir’s musk but quadrupled. It was intoxicating, it made me feel light headed. I was swimming in some sort of horny bliss, a daze of pheromones. How could I ever have been scared of being fucked? It was the greatest feeling in the world. “God your hole feels so good boy. A warm wet boy pussy, its just begging to be used and bred. Fuck boy! I’m going to fucking fill your hole. You’re going to be my cunt.” “Breed me Sir! Use my pussy! Its yours. Fill me up!” “Yeah boy, take Daddy’s big raw cock. That’s what holes like yours are made for, taking big fat raw dicks all day long. You’re a fucking cum dump. Once you’ve had my load you’ll be fucking hooked. You’ll be desperate to be fucked all the time.” “I want to be a cum dump Sir! Im already desperate. It feels so good! It’s the best thing I’ve ever felt. Your dick is so good! Breed me Sir!” “Fucking fag boy desperate for cock. Beg me for my load boy. Beg me to breed you. Beg me to make this pussy into a real fucking cunt!” Sir was pounding me hard now. He was swinging the sling away from him and bashing me back against his cock as it swung back. I was panting, and dripping in sweat. My breathing was ragged as I gasped out, “I need it Sir! I need to be bred! I need my pussy made into a cunt. I need to be your cum dump! Please cum inside me! Breed me! Take me! Fuck me! Fill me up! Please… Please… Please… fucking breed me!” “Here is comes boy, the first load of your life. Take my fucking load!” He screamed as he orgasmed, slamming his dick as deep as it would go inside me and pumping rope after rope after rope of hot cum inside me. I was shaking, several spurts of thick cum oozed out of my caged cock. Sir was still grunting as his dick throbbed inside me. Sweat fell from his face landing on my chest. My head fell back against the sling as I tried to catch my breath. It had happened. Sir had fucked me and bred my hole. I had his hot load inside me right then. I was really a sub boy now. I was a boy. I was a hole. I was Sir’s hole. I had found my place. “Fuck boy.” Sir groaned when he finally started pulling his cock from my hole. “You did so good.” He took a step away and grabbed something off the table of toys next to the sling. He lubed it up and pressed it into my hole. It was another silvery orange toy, this time a plug. It was shaped roughly like a man’s dick but with a thick knot at the base. He pushed it into my freshly bred hole and it popped into place. “From now on, this plug stays in your cunt when you’re not being bred. Is that understood boy?” “Yes Sir!” “Good boy.” He unfastened my arms and legs from the sling and helped me down. “Kneel there.” He pointed to the floor directly in front of the sling. I did as I was told. “Eyes front.” I looked dead ahead as Sir walked away from me. A moment later he returned and unlocked the collar from my neck, I looked up at him sadly but he just smiled. “That’s just a training collar, something I use on a boy I’m just playing with. This,” he dropped a thick heavy chain around my neck, “Is the collar of an owned boy.” He locked a big gold padlock through the last links of the chain and dropped it onto my chest. There was no ignoring the weight of it. Like my cage the chain would be a constant reminder of who I belonged to. “You’re mine now boy. You’ll come here every day after work or school and service me, or whoever I want you to service. Follow instructions and your hungry pig cunt will never go without again.”
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Filling Up Rock
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
My Playroom—March, 2023 Rock chatted with me on the fisting site. He lived far enough away, that I honestly thought it was chat—and that we’d never meet. I was wrong. He liked all that I had to offer: a big dick, patience with fist and a love of watersports. We quickly found a date that worked for both of us. On the appointed day, he was very conscientious about sending me the text I always ask for—which helps weed out flakes and helps me time the final set up of the playspace. Right on time, Rock was at the front door. He is tall—taller than me, so likely 6’4”. He is thickly built, with dark blond hair. He’s in his mid-20’s, but has a lot of sexual experience under his belt. He also has a slightly goofy smile that makes him incredible charming. And hot. He comes in. He is sure of his clean out—so we head right down to the playroom. I show him where to stow his clothes and go back up to get rid of mine. I add the jock that I’m wearing to get dirty for an admirer and my boots. I go back down—carrying the coconut oil. Rock is waiting for me, naked, on his knees at the base of the sling. I had given him no instruction about it—he just knew his place… I step forward, my covered mound of cock flesh rubbing against his face. He groans as he begins to mouth the fabric. He’s really hungry—and I want to feed him. My cock hardens. I release it from the jock and it stretches towards his mouth. He takes about half my length in one gulp. His mouth is hot, wet and experienced. He gives really great head. I pull out and bring that active tongue to my balls. Instinctively, he knows to lick, not to try to suck them into his mouth. Eventually, I lift them by pulling up on my dick, so he can bury his handsome face just below, them—where cock ring and balls meet. It’s my turn to groan. “I need to eat your hole. Get up on the bench.” Rock does as he’s told. I kneel and my tongue pushes into his young pucker. He groans and I hear poppers uncapped and inhaled. I lick and prod. He opens easily as the rush of fumes relaxes him even more. I lube myself as I rim—and in moments, stand to fuck him for the first time. He grunts as I slide in. All of me. In one long forward movement. “You have even more cock than your pictures show,” he pants. I just hold until I feel his muscles relax. I begin the fuck. Slow and easy. “Fuck me, Sir.” He looks up into the mirror and sees me fucking. “Can I call you Sir?” I nod—and pick up the tempo of the fuck. Faster. Harder. Making Rock pant. I pull out. “You want to taste your ass?” “Yes, Sir. Love it. Makes me feel really slutty.” I bring it to his face, while he’s still on the bench. He licks his ass jizz off me—moaning in the back of his throat as he does it. I go back to fuck. I stay in him a little longer and repeat the ATM process afterwards. This time, I tell him to clean my balls, too, as his hole is super wet now. He savors each one. I go back to his upturned ass. I slap his slightly gaped hole with my cock. Piss spurts out, cascading down his moderately hairy ass crack. I kneel and lick it up, pushing some of the pale piss into his hole. I fuck him again. This time the cleaning of my cock and balls gives him his first taste of my clear piss. I pull out the egg-headed dildo. My cock has opened him, so it goes in with the merest hint of resistance. I pull it down and slide my cock in with it. He takes a hit as he realizes just how full he feels. I repeat it again—this time with my cock under the toy. “Clean my cock over here.” I toss the mat from the rimseat on the floor next to the bed. I sit on the edge of the bed, my legs splayed, my wet cock bouncing. He scrambles off the bench and kneels on the mat. He licks every millimeter of my cock and balls. When his mouth is on my nuts, I will myself to piss. I create a piss fountain that runs down my cock and unto my balls, where Rock can let it play on his tongue. He groans out his appreciation. I lean forward and bring his head up from my crotch. I kiss him, wanting to taste everything he is tasting. It lasts for a long moment, as our tongues wetly explore, then I push his head back down again to my drooling cock… * As I’m adjusting the stirrups of the sling for his height, Rock says “I love how you fuck—and I love your piss. If you want to skip the fisting, I am fine with just what we’ve been doing.” I agree with him—I can’t keep my mouth out of his hole and I’d rather not have the industrial strength lube in my guts. I fuck him for the first time on his back. I watch the pleasure I am giving him wash across his expressive face. I piss on his hole here. I lick it up and bring some up to his mouth. He gargles with it and doesn’t swallow, but lets it all flow out over his chin and chest. I go back and lick it off him. I crank him open with the speculum. I don’t think he’s had one in him before. I finger his prostate. And fuck with the device in place. I pull out and send a splash of piss into his open hole. Rock groans—and fuck the piss deep into his manhole. Now I want to really eat his ass. I set up the rimseat and lie down. This is a first for him. He sits gingerly on my face. My tongue slides deeply into his spread hole. He gasps. I mumble for him to hit his poppers. He does and proceeds to babble as I lick his fucked-up-and-pissed-out hole. My cock is achingly erect as I lick and spit on his puffy ass lips. Finally, I touch his thighs—telling him to get up. “I want to drink my piss from your ass.” “Fuck, Sir. Please.” I have him lean on the fuck bench for the filling. I fuck him for a moment, then stop—keeping my cock deep inside him. I take a swig from my water bottle and piss begins to flow from my cock. It fills his ass, bathing my cock in my hot juices. When I run dry, I pull out and lie back in place under the seat. I borrow his poppers and take a deep hit. They hit just as he settles down above me. My tongue finds his puffy ass lips. I probe deep. Nothing but a single drop of piss. I do it again. I hear Rock groan and he releases it all. A piss cascade. A slightly yellow waterfall is forced down my throat. He is moaning loudly as he feels it all leave his body. I had no idea I gave him quite so much—but all I can do is keep swallowing. He slowly goes to just a dribble, leaking from his ass. My tongue works into him—and he really is empty now. My cock is drooling—and Rock even mentions how hard I am. I get him to stand. “In the sling. I want to see your face as I breed you.” I am on a mission—I need to shoot in that hot ass. I want him to have my DNA. And now! He gets in, his legs on chains, not taking the time for stirrups. I sink into him. I fuck. Hard. Rock, who has quite a big cock, erects as I fuck. He knows what’s coming. I do one last rim—and I’m there. I stand up and get my dick up his slick hole just in time. I pump spurt after spurt into him. I grab the top of the frame and just hang there—letting my cock marinate in his asscunt. “Fuck, Sir. I swear I could feel it…” I let go and go to my knees. I lick up the escaping cum. I keep it in my mouth. I stand up, lean across his chest and snowball our mixed juices into his hungry mouth… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Filling Up Rock (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) April 10, 203 -
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“Please, Just Go Slow…”
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
My Playroom—February, 2023 He contacted me on one of the hook-up sites. He liked my dick pics. Of course. He was eager to make the drive to the playroom. He was yet another new guy, but I took the chance and he showed up right on schedule. Judd’s a big guy, taller than my 6’ 2” and big boned (that former football player type.) He was nervous. I showed him down to the playroom and suggested he strip down while I went back upstairs to do the same. I put on a new jock. Pristine. It had just arrived from the guy who loves to have me wear them for sex and then send them back to him. I snapped a couple of pics of it being snow white. Then I went downstairs and had Judd take another. He handed my phone back to me and sat on the bed. He tried to smile… “Are you alright?” I ask. “Sure. It’s been a while…” “Since you’ve had sex?” I set the phone on the television stand. “Since I’ve got fucked. I’m more of a cocksucker.” “Then why don’t we start there. Get me hard.” He goes to his knees in front of me. “Get this brand-new jock good and wet.” He licks and eventually gnaws at the lily-white fabric. My cock begins to swell. I let him take me out. He’s right—he’s a damn good cocksucker. I let him set his own pace, to get me raging hard. Finally, he pulls off my cock. “That’s a great dick,” he grins, looking at it, with one hand on my balls and the other circling my girth at the base. “Sir,” he adds as an afterthought. I don’t respond. I just fuck his face. It’s my turn to be in charge. I let go of his head when it’s obvious he needs to catch his breath. “Why don’t you get up on the fuck bench? Judd climbs aboard. He looks great there, his full ass spread and inviting. “Please, just go slow…” I go to my knees and surprise him with my tongue. I work it into his very tight starfish of a hole. He gasps. I keep it up and slowly work him slightly open. I dip a finger in the coconut oil and lube him up. This causes him to groan louder—but still in a good way. I go back to my tongue, lubing my cock at the same time. I stand and begin to enter him. It’s work—but the head pops in. I pull it right back out and go back to my knees. My tongue works the enlarged hole open just a little more, getting it to really relax. I try again with my cock. I bury maybe two inches in him this time. I pull back out and find the smallest butt plug. He takes it easily—with only the slightest gasp as the thickest part eases in. I play with it, turning it, beating on the base of it with the flat of my hand. “Try your dick again.” I pull out the toy. And my cock sinks home. He pants—and takes me. I hold a moment and begin a slow fuck. He reaches under the bench and finds his own cock. He groans and takes all of me. I pull out. “You want to taste your hole?” “Yes, please, Sir.” I move to his head and let him slobber on my cock, tasting his ass juices. I think he is surprised how much he loves this. We end up doing it every time I pull out. I use the speculum on him. I want him just slightly looser. He loves my finger in him after each crank open. He really loves when I fuck him with it in place. I remove it and fuck him again. Now his hole is just how I want it: tight, but accommodating. He cleans me up again before we move to the sling. “Stirrups?” “Yes, please.” I get his ankles in place. Judd can’t take his eyes off himself. He moans about how vulnerable he looks and feels. I take the opportunity to piss on his hole. He gasps—and then moans as I lick it off him. I fuck him. Harder now. The chains rattle. I use the egg-headed dildo. He pants on the size of the head, but he takes it—and feels proud. I use it strictly as a stretch—there is no way my cock is joining the dildo inside Judd. It’s back to just my dick. His hole is looser now, but still tight compared to so many of the men who frequent the sling. “Fucker me harder, Sir. I can take it.” So I do. And he can. I use the graduating balls on him, just to give him one additional new sensation up his ass. I fuck again. I stop, still fully in him. “Where would you like to get bred? Here or the bench? He thinks for a millisecond. “The bench. I feel even more used over there.” I get him out of the sling and onto the bench. I piss on his hole again—and he whimpers. I lick him clean—and it makes my cock drool. I am so ready to breed. “I want your load, Sir…” “I know you do,” I say, standing up. I slide in. I can still feel some hot piss clinging to his pucker, that pucker that isn’t closing so tightly now. “Give it to me…” He looks up, into the mirror in front of me. He can see me fucking him, slapping his generous ass as I plow. And I’m there. I cum—spurt and spurt… * Judd comes back to the playroom to get dressed after his shower. I am picking up the towels and toys, etc. as he sits on the bed to dress. “I saw you once before…” “Oh?” “Up in Lansing. You came into a gloryhole booth I was using. Your cock was out and hard—just like today. But I didn’t get to suck it. You were distracted by someone else.” I have no memory of this. “But I sure had it today.” He did indeed… The original post, with the pictures mentioned, is here: From My Side of the Sling: “Please, Just Go Slow…” (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) March 11, 2023-
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"This Is Pig Play, Right?"
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
My Playroom—January, 2023 Towards the end of the month, I got a text from Jack. He is the bear I’d met at the bookstore, but who has also gotten well fucked in the playroom. He was horny. He’d been away on a short sex vacation but was in need of more. I was happy to have him back. He is always eager. We’d set a 1pm play time—and he was at my door a good 10 minutes early. I was ready for him. I took him downstairs, reminded him to put his clothes on the chair, not the bed—and went upstairs to strip myself… Jack is already on his knees as I come in the playroom door. He is at the base of the bench, hands behind his back, his eyes riveted to the bulge in my yellowed jock. I walk over. The pouch of my jock is at the perfect height to bury his face in it. He inhales deeply and makes a deep guttural sound in the back of his throat. His tongue snakes out and begins to lick the stained fabric. I let him get the jock good and wet before I work my balls free of the fabric. “Lick them—don’t suck.” He does. Hungrily. “Now, carefully, into your mouth. One at a time.” He follows my directions. He sucks gently on them, leaving the hairy orbs good and wet. Only now do I get my cock out of the jock. It is swollen, but once free of the fabric it erects. The angry red head is drooling and slaps him on the cheek. “Suck it.” He does. Really well—just like when we first met. Eventually I grab him by the ears and face fuck him, giving him about three quarters of my length. His cock, swinging free, begins to drool as I do this. I pull out and turn around. I reach behind me and pull his face into my ass cheeks. He mumbles his thanks as he rims me for the first time today, making me groan as I see myself in the mirror directly in front of me. “I need to do that to you. Up on the bench.” Jack scrambles up. It’s my turn to kneel and tongue his muscle butt. I push my spit deep into his ass. He is groaning now, telling me he can’t wait for my dick to be inside him. I stand up, cock lubed and ready. I push in. He flowers open and I sink in, about half my length. A steady push and now I’m balls deep. “Fuck, you always feel bigger than I remember,” he mutters. I hold a moment and then begin to fuck. Slow and deep. Then faster and faster. I pull out and Jack begs to taste his ass on my cock. It’s where I was headed—I want him to savor his ass juices. “Taste your ass,” I grunt out as he slobbers on my dick. “Leave it good and wet—I’m not going to add any more lube.” He leaves me slick and dripping. I walk around and slide back into his hole. This time the fuck is faster and harder. He cleans me with his mouth once again when I pull out. I unsnap the restraints hanging at the four corners of the sling. I buckle them on his wrists and ankles. This is new for him. His cock hardens again as I do it. I get him up and lower the middle of the fuck bench until it becomes a padded table. “On your back, ass right at the edge.” I make a quickly calculation that I don’t think he’s quite flexible enough for the hogtie—all four pulled together. I grab the spreader bar instead. I fasten it to his ankle restraints. I give it to him to pull his legs into the air. “Fuck, yes….” he hisses. I kneel and spit on his hole, twice. I stand, grabbing the bar and rolling his ass back and up to a slightly better angle. I line up my cock with his now puffy ass lips. I push forward and he takes every inch of me. I lean in and fuck him hard. I love the sound of how wet his hole has become. He looks down at the mirror on the wall. It’s placed carefully so he can see me rail into him. Over and over. When I sense he might be tiring, I pull out and let his legs down to the floor before I unclip them from the bar. “You want me in the sling?” He knows my routine too, well, so…”No, I’m getting in the sling and you are going to eat my ass. This makes him even happier. I get the foam mat from the rimseat and place it on the floor at the business end of the sling. I know how long we are both going to want him down there. I get up and into it. I have saved some poppers in the freezer just for this moment. I wait for his tongue to start licking on my tight pucker before I take the first hit. The moment the cap is back on the bottle I begin babbling how good he is making me feel. He grunts and tries harder, licking up and down my ass crack. My cock is rock hard. And I need to piss. I point it straight up and let it rain down on his face and my balls. I am a veritable piss fountain. I am giving him way more than I expected. He grunts out his appreciation and licks it all up. I love going from dry to damp with his saliva to wet with piss to damp again. “Remember, you can piss on my ass too, if you have any.” Last time he couldn’t let his piss fly. But today is different. He stands up and lets out a steady stream of piss, covering my balls before letting the last of it zero in on my asshole. The moment his stream peters out, he is back on his knees and licking me clean. I take a second hit and revel in his mouth worshipping my hole, all while catching the steady drip of his piss from my balls onto his tongue. “I have more piss,” he mumbles into my ass. “Can I do it again?” “Fuck, yes!” I take a hit. He pisses again, a much weaker stream, down my ass crack. He licks me clean, saving some piss in his mouth. He comes around the side of the sling and we yellow ball his piss back and forth in our mouths… * Jack is in the sling now. I am fucking him. I have used a couple of toys on him. The egg-headed dildo, of course. With my dick alongside. First above the toy, then under it. Jack has asked for the black butt plug. At this point, he takes it smoothly and easily. I am now fucking to get off, hammering his ass. Suddenly, I pull out. It’s my turn to piss on his balls and hole. I lick it up and move to the side of the sling. He opens his mouth and this time I let it dribble out of mine in a piss waterfall, landing on his tongue. He gurgles and swallows. I give him my dick to clean, too. I move back to his ass. “It’s time to breed you.” He groans an affirmative. I fuck. Harder. I eat his piss-y hole and jerk my cock. So damn close. I stand up, slide in and begin to pump. “Knock me up,” he grunts out. And I do. Blast after blast of cum deep inside his guts. I stay in place a long time, marinating in my cum. Finally, I pull out. Just the tiniest trickle of cum comes with me, the rest being so deep. I lick it up, before standing and leaning across him and drooling the few drops into his open mouth. I towel his ass down a little before he moves. “So,” he says, “I keep reading about it online. This is pig play, right?” I kneel, burrow my tongue into his ass again, then bring it to his mouth before I answer… The original is here: [think before following links] https://felchingpisser.blogspot.com/2023/03/this-is-pig-play-right.html March 5, 2023 -
So it’s been a bit, had fun but nothing worth writing home about until today. Sunday started like any other, wake up check my phone for messages and news when I was a message from bbrt, annoyed I might have missed a hookup last night I check my message and write the guy back and was suprised when I got a reply back quickly “yo fag coming back late I should just block ya but I need a twink on my rod now so where?” I still remember the smile that hit my lips and I replied “I’m free wherever you want me just need to shower and I’m yours” before I even showered I got a message with a location marker and a small message “be there in 10 don’t care if ur clean I need to unload before I work”. So I skip the shower and everything and just rush out the spot being almost 10 minutes away, when I get there I find a beat up old car sitting there when I go over he opens the side door and looks at me, for a blank profile I saw a older man in his 50ies greying hair but well built body wearing a construction working uniform with a lot of dirt. “Get in now” he gave me such a grin I was in without thinking and closed the door behind me. He drove off not saying anything, the scent of body odour filled the car as I watched him drive to a construction site and parked up, he didn’t wait a second leaning over kissing me hard his hand gripping my neck holding me in place before pulling away and just said “get out”. He took me into one of the buildings they were working on once inside he pointed to a table, “strip put your clothes there” I couldn’t resist him as I pulled each piece of clothes off till I was standing in my trainers naked in the empty half built room his eyes all over me. He watched me for a bit before opening his overalls pulling his dick out, “ok dirty boy get on my dirty old dick” he jerked his cock a little getting it hard at a reasonable 6-7inches I got down to my knees licking his cock head my nose filled with his scent I wanted to savour this but he grabbed my head pulling me onto his cock hard his hands wrapped in my hair not letting me off as he starts thrusting into my throat, “good boy hope your ass is as good as your sweet mouth” he didn’t stop fucking my throat despite my gags I could barely breath and I started to black out. He pulled off letting me breath panting on all fours he moved round me grabbing my ass slapping it, “ok boy last chance ya wanna go then go if not I’m not stopping till my balls are empty” I couldn’t talk still gasping I just leaned lower pushing my ass up ready not believing how much I was giving up to this old man, and he didn’t wait for me to think more as he gripped my hips and rubbed his wet cock over my ass his rough finger pushing into my hole opening me up, my moans seem to make him horny as he didn’t even warn me before he pulled his finger out and pushed his cock in bare and hard. He pounded me like this for what seemed liked ages, fucking with long deep thrusts my cock leaking and slapping into me covering my stomach with my precum. I felt him pull me up gripping my neck and whispered “ready for my load boy?” I just whimpered out “breed me give me your load please” I couldn’t say more as his grip tightened as he came inside me. As he slowed his grip didn’t loosen and before long I felt him pick me up and throw me down on my clothes on the table, I saw his semi hard cock approach my mouth opening I took him in tasting his cum and my own ass. His look as I cleaned his cock told me he loved it and as he pulled out he started pissijg over my face laughing before he put his cock away and grabbed my boxers wrapping it round my cock jerking me hard until I came in them, “thanks kid next time respond when I ask and you will get way more” and he left me there naked his load leaking out of me, smelling of piss and only having my shorts and tshirt to get home with. It was a long walk home but feeling his cum slosh inside me till I couldn’t wait and went in a public toilet squatting letting the cum leak out before I scooped it up licking it up.
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CW: Mild raunch play will follow. Piss, Sadism and Pain will all be a part of this narrative. Also this is my first story submission here, please be kind, and if you can't at least be constructive. 🙂 Part 1: Ive always been a cock hound. From a young age I can remember being obsessed with mens crotches. Staring and wanting to touch, all the while not knowing it wasn’t an ok thing to be into openly so young. When a friend of mine was over on a slumber night he introduced me to jacking off. From then on, like most men, every chance I got was reserved for unloading my balls. As I got older the obsession grew to finding things to put up my ass, blowing a couple select friends in high school, sucking random cocks in bathroom stalls at the mall, and even following a man in his golden years to his camper van parked outside the drugstore to get quickly fucked and loaded up. Now a mid 30s bear, my kink list longer than my turn offs I began in earnest the hunt for a cock proud Sir to call my own. I’d learned in the preceding years that I loved Dominant men who didn’t ask before they did things. Loved how it felt to have a man piss in my mouth without warning, grab my head and hold it down on his cock or balls or in his musty ass. The feeling of having a hard cock rammed into me without concern for stretching or pausing to make sure I could take it, and each time I heard a Top say “damn you can take cock”, it made me want to press harder, be piggier, feel more used. I’d never cared much to have my dick played with by others, a pity given I’d been blessed with an above average but not huge piece of meat. I could easily orgasm just from getting pounded or fisted, and even when my balls were being absolutely crushed. All in all it was a normal Friday night for me to get off work, have a quick dinner and hit the apps. I had a profile on them all varying the text to cater to the site, but in recent months none seemed to be doing the trick. So I dropped all pretence and went for the kinkiest site and posted the following: “33 yo insatiable sub pig slave. 250 lb, rugby build, curly mohawk, with a hairy chest and back, fuzzy ass cheeks, and a big dick. No gag reflex left, and a talented hole for you to fist and jack off inside of. Looking for my real full time Master. I’m open to all kinds but there is a special place in my hole for dudes who work with their hands, don’t have time or care to bathe everyday, and smoke reds. My Sir needs a pig who will get on his knees anytime anywhere and swallow what is offered, from a quick bj, to full time urinal. He shows his love by spitting in my face and mouth, pulling my hair, and generally hurting me and getting off on it. He also needs to Fuck many times a day and knows how to use his big cock to breed and rape a slave into crying submission. He shouldn’t care about my cock and balls unless its to beat them swollen, or squeeze them flat as he breeds me deep and often. I’m a smart guy who hungers for intelligent discourse in between sessions of sadism and piggery. Neg here but your status unimportant to me. If you have a wry to evil smirk I’m already yours” I sat back and took in my ad, wondering if I’d left anything out, or added too much on the off chance that someone who could genuinely take me too far beyond my limits came forth, but the excitement I felt at that chance had me hitting ‘Post’ and grabbing my rock hard cock at the same time. Normally when I post these long ads I find something else to do while I wait, experience having taught me it could be days before getting any traction at all, but to my shock fewer than 5 minutes later my browser pinged. It was from a profile I’d seen before and considered years prior, but his pictures made him seem so out of my league, and his lack of kink information gave me the impression we had little in common regardless and so I’d never hit him up. But I’d checked him out off and on. Noticed when he started to look a bit more weathered but somehow not aged, when his shoulders broadened with the evidence of a physical job, and stomach grew a bit with every Friday night beer. When his hiv status went from negative to poz undectable to poz to no answer at all. This time however his profile had been completely filled out and what I saw nearly made me shoot right there. Suddenly he’d revealed he’d been a sadist Master in a nearly closed relationship for 15 years, and with that connection at an end he was hunting for his new slave. It read: “My previous slave has moved on to a once in a lifetime opportunity and while I’m saddened, I know he will take the lessons of my hands and grow into a truly great Master himself. Its time for me now to find a new slave to own, a new cumdump to claim, or just a new boy to hurt as time allows. My limits are few, but know that if you apply, you’d better like drinking piss because my Master gold doesn’t hit porcelain, ever. And if you aren’t already poz, you will be when you leave. All else is up for discussion, right after you’re blindfolded and gagged because I will do with you what I want. Not messing around, if you apply you’d better be prepared to scream” A quick skim of his profile pics showed no fewer than 3 of him dragging on a Marlboro and smirking at the camera, cock in hand. One of his arm elbow deep in a boys ass, and one of a fiery red fresh biohazard tattoo surrounding his hairy navel. By the time I opened his message I was already light headed and salivating. It simply said: “Its time slave. I’ve seen you watching, as I’ve been watching you. I’ve watched as you’ve inched towards realizing you’re a full time slave, been delighted to see you embrace your body and chubuscular build, and was proud to see that prep disappeared from your profile. Now its time to take your place at my side. You have 2 hours to prepare and be at my home, at 2 hours one minute you will be punished severely, at 2 hours 2 minutes you will cease to exist to me at all. Choose wisely. Bring your favourite toy, your sexiest leather, and the acceptance that your life as you knew it is over. MC” I started totally dumbfounded at his address, not 2 kilometres from me, in a wooded subdivision on the outskirts of town. At first 2 hours seemed overly generous, but it was nearly 30 before I recovered enough from disbelief to haul ass into the shower. Could I really be doing this? Is it finally happening? Had I been chosen to serve, to be owned, beaten, pozzed and claimed? Without looking back, I ran from my apartment, got in the car and drove feeling a horned frenzy like none I’d ever known, and a growing sense of peace that my true purpose and talents were about to finally take flight.
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Jack Gets Wet--Inside and Out
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
My Playroom—November, 2022 Jack came back to the playroom on one of the last days of November. He was the bear I had met at a bookstore and then used again in the playroom just a few days later. I was more than ready to have another hot session with this burly pig… Jack is naked when I come downstairs. He kneels, fully erect and throbbing, at the base of the fuck bench. I strip off my robe and toss it on the bed behind me. Jack begins to nuzzle my full pouch. I have deliberately worn a piss-stained jock. He inhales deeply before his tongue begins exploring the slightly yellowed fabric. “I want to drink your piss today,” he murmurs, before working my hardening dick out of the moist fabric and into his wet mouth. I harden instantly. I let him suck me for a long time, watching our reflection in the mirror. “I need to taste your hole.” I indicate he should get up on the bench behind him. He moves around and presents me with his full ass. I go to my knees and burrow in. His hole opens easily as I tongue him. He opens his poppers for the first time as I spit on his crack and smear it around with my tongue. As the vapor hits him, I tongue fuck him as deeply as I know how. He groans—and begins to pant. “Fuck me, Sir.” I ignore him. I am having too much fun getting his tasty hole as wet as possible. Of course, I eventually stand up and slide into him. He takes me easily at this point—one long steady glide in until my pubes grind against his upturned ass. I hold for the briefest of moments—and begin to fuck into him. Jack groans in pleasure. “Give it to me. All of it.” I am pumping him balls deep on every stroke. I slow the fuck as he inhales poppers, but pick up the speed again as I hear the cap go back on. I fuck him hard. And abruptly pull out. I walk around and feed him his dick with a “Taste your ass.” Jack loves this. He cranes around to take all of me. I fuck his face a little. I lift my left leg up and place it on the far lower level of the bench. It allows me even more depth down his throat. He gasps and sputters. I pull out of him—bringing up some deep spittle. I wrap it around my cock shaft, walk back to his ass and fuck it into him. I pull out when I feel I can piss. Just a splash up and down his thoroughly fucked ass crack. I lick up some of the piss clinging to his ass hair. I fuck some into him, before I bring my cock back to his mouth with the new flavor. He gobbles me down as before. I don’t let it go on as long. I pull almost all the way out, and feed him a splash of my piss, for the first time, right from the tap. He gurgles it down happily. We fuck some more, once with another splash of piss in the mix. “Sling time.” I get him situated in the sling with his legs in the stirrups. I spend a long time on my knees rimming, reveling in the mix of ass juice, piss, pre-cum and coconut oil lube. Jack can’t take his eyes off the mirror above him, watching me rim and spit the juices back into his hole. I stand and fuck him. A lot. His hole is slick and accommodating to every thrust. “I want to lick your butt,” Jack pants. I slow down and pull out. I go around for him to clean my cock before I help him out. I jump in the sling. I start with my boots braced against the poles. He eats me expertly—as he has every time we’ve met. Eventually, I get my boots into the stirrups, not bothering to have him stop and help. I take a hit of poppers myself, lay back and let him eat me out. “Let’s try something.” I get my left leg out of the stirrup. I ask him to unhook it. He does and I take it, sliding the stirrup to my knee, then fastening it behind me on the D ring of the sling. We do the same with the right. It tilts my ass up higher. It makes him have a better angle for tongue fucking. “I think I have some piss.” It’s a long wait, but worth it. His hot piss plays up and down my ass crack. It pools on my balls and cascades to the towel on the floor. The moment he’s done, he goes back to his knees and begins licking. He groans and mutters as he tongues me dry. I take another hit of poppers and let him enjoy my ass… * Jack is back in the sling. I am in rim/fuck/rim/fuck/rim mode. Suddenly I stop. My pandemic devil’s dick is still in the freezer. I can’t think of anyone who will enjoy it more. I go up and bring it down to him. The shot glass, with a condom lining, is full with 7 or 8 loads. All mine. I pull it out and dangle it in Jack’s line of vision. “Shove it in me, Sir. Please.” I strip away the latex. The hunk of frozen cum is already beginning to melt. I finger it up Jack’s gape. He groans. I instantly stick my dick in him. I want to feel it melt over my dick. I am not disappointed. I begin to fuck. My melting cum changes the feel of the fuck. It makes me fuck him harder, too. I do pull out and let him lick some of the melted cum from my cockhead. He slurps noisily at it, moaning as he tongues me. I fuck him again. “Rim seat.” He knows I want to eat my jizz out of him. I slide under the seat and Jack sits. His ass opens and the first drip drops onto my tongue. I poke up into him. And again. I am rewarded with the remains of the cum load. I savor it and swallow. I tongue fuck him again. I get one more drip. I smear it around his puffy ass lips. But then I open wider and suck his nether lips into my mouth. “I want to eat you on this too, Sir.” We switch. He eats my hole hungrily. Aggressively. I finally have to stand up—I am not used to so much tongue work down there. “I need to breed, anyway,” I pant. We do it in the sling. Jack lies back and I am up him instantly. This deep in his ass, I can still feel the remains of my cum. I fuck. Hard. Jack jerks himself. I am so ready to give him a load. “You want it?” I ask, looking into his eyes. “You know I do!” I fuck him harder. “Oh, fuck…” My cock swells—and I begin to spew deep in his guts… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: Jack Gets Wet--Inside and Out (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) December 24, 2022 -
Rimming and Breeding Jack's Wet Hole
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
My Playroom—October, 2022 I had met him just a few days ago. Jack was one of the players I wrote about in The Right Men in the Right Place. (He was only identified as the Bear in Part One and Part Two). He is around my age, with a thick ex-footballer build to him. He loved my dick in his hole, and his tongue in my ass. He had asked for my number before we were done there. A week later he was ringing my doorbell for an afternoon in my playroom… He is naked, his clothes tossed on the chair behind the door, when I walk back into the playroom. He is standing by the bed and watching the porn, hard as a rock. I slip out of my robe and toss it on the chair. His eyes follow me as I move to the fuck bench, lean against it and tell him to suck my cock. He kneels and spends long moments inhaling the scent of the jock pouch. He grunts his approval and begins to lick the loosely woven fabric. My dick, already plumped, responds to his hot breath, and hotter tongue. It hardens, making the pouch look obscenely distended. He lifts an edge and my cock springs free. He mouths the helmet head for a moment, before taking me down his throat. To the root. And holding it there. I push slightly—making him choke. He pulls off and looks at me with pure lust in his eyes. “Do that again.” So I do. He comes up for air, trailing a long strand of deep throat spit. My hand reaches out, winds it around my fingers and I smear it on his face. This makes his hard cock ooze. We do it all again, repeating the same process. “Up on the bench,” He kneels there, presenting me with his full ass. “Anything you want,” he tells me. I choose to tongue it first. Deep and hard. He looks to the left and sees the mirror leaning against the wall. It is at an angle that shows him just what I’m doing. Now he can see it as well as feel it. He moans. I stand up. “Did you say ‘anything?’” “Yes, Sir. I don’t answer, I just piss down his ass crack. A short, quick blast. I go to my knees and lick him clean. I stand up and do it again. I lick him clean once more as I grease up my cock. This time when I stand, I push into him. His puffy ass lips part and take me. One inch. Two. I keep up the relentless pressure—and every inch is soon buried in his hot, wet butt. “Fuck me!” I hold another moment—and then begin a slow fuck. I speed up quickly. I am sawing into his wet hole repeatedly. Just as suddenly I stop. “You want to taste your hole?” “Yes, Sir. Love it.” I walk around to his mouth. He gobbles me down, slurping loudly. “Can you taste any of my piss?” He grunts something that sounds like an affirmative. I go back and fuck him some more. When I pull out, he pleads to let him clean my cock. I let him. I even fuck his mouth a little, but the angle is bad to go too deep. Then it’s another round in his butt. He has asked for some pictures of his ass, so I take a few. He pulls his cheeks apart—he’ll be showing his sloppy hole to anyone looking at his profile. I put down the camera and eat his ass as he holds it open. Which makes me want to fuck it one more time… * We’ve moved to the sling. He can’t take his eyes off the mirror above him—watching me fuck away at his hot ass. It is refreshing to fuck a man who doesn’t rely on poppers to take me. His hole is responsive to every thrust. “Remember,” he murmurs between grunts, “I want some time on your ass, too.” This makes me fuck him harder, rattling the chains. Finally, I stop to catch my breath. “Let me eat your ass. Please.” “Sling or rimseat?” I ask. “Both.” I help him out and take his place in the sling. He dumps the clothes out of the chair onto the bed, so he can sit and munch on my butt. He licks the length of the crack—and then zeros in on teasing my hole with his tongue. He’s great. And obviously loves it. He’s rock hard. I stroke and watch what he’s doing in the mirror. I try to see if I can give him some piss while he’s rimming, but the bladder seems to be dry. I just lie back and stroke. “I want to try the rimseat.” I get out and drag it from its corner. I arrange the mat to lie on. “Let me give you a break and go under first.” I do. His ass fills every bit of room. My mouth is plastered to his wet hole. I can barely get air. But it makes me every bit as hard as he was when he was eating mine. I tongue fuck him, getting a cascade of ass jizz mixed with my precum. It’s my turn to groan. He must feel it dripping out of him as he moans right along with me. I turn myself to the side in order to get some air. I take a deep breath and tongue fuck him again. He stands up. “My turn.” We switch. I sit gingerly on the seat. His tongue is instantly swabbing my crack and hole. I sit and stroke—watching the porn and feeling my hole welcome his tongue. Jack’s tongue and mouth are indefatigable. My hole is amazing relaxed and wet. I am so close to shooting and I’ll be damned if I am going to let it coat his chest. He needs it inside his ass…as much as I want to put it there. “I need to breed you. You want my cum up your hole?” “Yes!” he mumbles, still buried in me. I stand up. I move around and help him to his feet. “Sling or bench?” “Sling,” he decides. “I can see more.” Back to the sling we go. I taste his hole the moment he is positioned in it again. My cock is slick and ready. I stand up and plow into him. He grunts at the force of my entry. I can’t help it. I am in total rut. I can think of nothing but my release. Two strokes. Maybe three. And I explode. Jack groans and squeezes down on my cock. I couldn’t pull out of him now even if I wanted… * (And Jack capped it all off by having me stretch out on the bed and giving me a back rub. He’s coming back next week!) The original, with pictures, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Rimming and Breeding Jack's Wet Hole (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) November 15, 2022 -
Serving His Country and Serving Me
FelchingPisser posted a blog entry in From My Side of the Sling--Breeding Zone Edition
My Playroom—August, 2022 We had talked on one of the hookup sites for some time. Our schedules had never meshed, but suddenly they did. Declan wanted me to fuck him. He had had a few experiences with men, but they had all had average to small cocks. “I want you to show no mercy to me, tie me down if you have to, just make me take your big dick.” I learned that Declan is serving his country. Now he desperately wanted to serve me. He is a good-looking young man, fast approaching 30. He is likely around 5’10” and carries some extra weight and a lot of muscle. I reminded him about clean out as I would be going deeper than the few men who had fucked him previously. That made him nervous, but he quickly learned how to do it. (Thank you, YouTube!) He arrived on time and was incredibly nervous. I showed him down to the playroom and told him to strip. That I would be back. For some reason, I did not change to my jock and boots like I always do. I went back down fully dressed. He was sitting on the bed, looking at the fuck vid on the television screen. He was not remotely hard… I stand by the fuck bench. “Come here.” I point to the floor between my spread legs. He kneels there. “Look at me.” He looks up and a nervous smile flashes across his face. I pull his head into the crotch of my faded 501’s. He gasps and then relaxes. He nuzzles my cock through the denim. “Have you sucked cock before?” “A couple of times,” he mumbles and all on his own adds, “Sir.” “Open my jeans—and get me hard.” The last part will be easy, I am already growing. He unbuckles my belt and the three buttons of the fly. He spreads them open. My underwear is mounded. He peals it down, his hands slightly shaky. He goes for my balls first. His tongue is thick and wet. He licks them hungrily. He works up the shaft and takes the head into his mouth. He is a little toothy. “Cover your teeth.” He does and the blow job improves immeasurably. He is eager one moment, and shy about showing that to me. Which makes it both hot and endearing. “Lick my balls again.” He buries his face there. I notice his cock is now erect and dripping. “Untie my boots.” He does what he’s told. I sit on the bed and he pulls them off. I stand up and he helps get the jeans and underwear off. The shirt follows. The boots go back on. I sit on the bed and spread my legs wide. “Lick under my balls.” He’s not expecting this. But he does it. He like the scent of me under my hairy testicles. He licks my taint, but certainly makes no move to taste my ass. I consider telling him to rim me, but decide to save that for another session. “Get on the bench.” He does. I have to show him how to move his knees forward to get his ass in the right position. “Has anyone eaten your ass before?’ “Sort of…” he starts. I kneel, pull apart his ample butt cheeks and my tongue pokes into his pucker. “Fuck! Not like that…” he moans. I spit on his hole and drill it into him. Over and over. He opens his poppers. “May I take a hit, sir?” I grunt out an affirmative sound, never stopping my oral assault of his ass. He is loosening. Slowly but surely. I stand and poke my cockhead against him. “I’m not fucking you yet, just wiping my precum on your hole.” This makes him whimper. I go back to my knees and push my juices into his ass. His hole is responding. I spit one last time and stand up, my dick lubed. “You want this cock raw, right?” “Yes, Sir. On PrEP, Sir.” I slap his hole with my cock and begin the entry. He is damned tight. He fights a little, pulling away from me. I hold his hips and work in. The hole surrenders and takes my head. He grunts. And asks for more. “I can take it, Sir.” I inch into him. One inch. Two inches. I fuck him like that, then pull out and eat his ass again. I stand back up. He takes four inches this time. Again I do the shallow fuck before some more tongue. I am not going to rape his hole as he thought I would have to do. I want him to want it. I stand up and insert. “How does it feel?” “Better, Sir.” Making him talk and not concentrate on his ass let’s me get three quarters of my dick into him. I fuck him, using just that much of me. “Take another popper hit.” He does. I speed up—but don’t go deeper. “You licked cock right out of your ass?” “Once, Sir.” I pull out and bring it to him. He tentatively opens his mouth and takes me in. He gives a low moan. He goes from obeying to licking me ravenously. He loves the taste of his hole or the depravity or both. “Leave lots of saliva on it, for I’m going back in.” As I pull out of his mouth, he drools more spit on my shaft. I move around and fuck him again with three quarters of my length. I make him clean me a second time before we move to the sling. I get him in place, stirrups adjusted. He is more comfortable here. I eat his hole again. He is starting to self-lube—as protection from the invasion of my cock. I add more spit. I stand and insert. I am at the same depth, only three quarters inside him. I hold. “Take a hit.” He does. Instantly, I sink into him. He gasps. His eyes roll back. I begin a slow fuck. “That feels so good…” he mumbles. I build the speed of the fuck. Poppers open. I am soon slamming into him and he is taking it. “Yes!” he gasps. “Fuck me with that big cock.” I do. For a long time. I pull out and eat his ass again. I re-lube and begin to enter him. “Try it with no poppers this time.” “Yes, Sir.” His ass opens and takes me. I give him a blistering, eyes-rolling-up into-his-head fuck. I stop only when I need to catch my breath. “That was incredible,” he murmurs. “I took it.” “Without help.” I give him a break. “You ever sit on a rimseat?” “No, Sir.” I pull it out and spend a long time eating his dripping ass. He is rock hard now and stroking. I know I need to cum soon—and I don’t want to waste it jerking here as I swallow his ass juices. “Sling time,” I tell him. He gets up, eagerly. “Fuck me hard again,” he begs as I get his legs in place. “Please.” I eat his hole a little more. I piss on his ass crack which makes him gasp. He’s mine now to use. I lick up some piss and push some into his hole. I fuck. Hard. Fast. I slow down. “Popper up, before I breed you.” “Yes, Sir.” He does both nostrils and inhales through his mouth. I fuck harder the moment the cap is back on. “You want my load?” “Yes, Sir.” I pick up more speed. I can feel my balls tighten. “Keep it in you,” I pant. I am so damn close. “All the home,” he grunts out. And I’m there. I spurt into him again and again. When I come down from my high, I grab his cock. I jerk him, with me still filling his ass, rocking my softening dick in his cum filled hole. He can hear my load squish. He fires off an enormous amount of jizz—it covers his chest. Splat after splat. I mop some up with my hand and taste it. I mop up more and make him clean my fingers… Mission accomplished. The original, with some pics and great comments by my readers, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Serving His Country and Serving Me (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) September 24, 2022 -
Part 1 Goosebumps spread all over my smooth legs as Tony rubbed his ice-cold, calloused hands over my thighs. I bounced gently in his lap, teasing him with my oiled-up, smooth cunt. He groaned as he licked my nipple, a stiff finger sliding between my cheeks, massaging my taint and rubbing my hole. I was spending the cloudy Thursday afternoon with Tony, a 56 year-old chem dealer with his own basement apartment in seedy Detroit. I’m a 19 year-old 5’6” year-old Chinese boy living with my husband, Ben, a 48 year-old 6’2” pilot who is a self-professed lover of smooth Asian boys. I had met him on Grindr when he flew into my hometown of LA shortly after I had turned 18, and my parents still think I had moved across the country in college to study business. In reality, I boarded a plane to Detroit to live with Ben, who had proposed to me after a weekend of breeding me at his hotel. Ben’s money and lifestyle on the road made it all too easy for me to meet Daddy Tony and get hooked on T. I know the looks I get from being seen with a middle-aged man, always dressed like a slut. My friends and family in LA would never understand, and I see the looks of disgust that get thrown our way when Ben takes me out on the town, but I love older men. Especially horny, filthy, sleazy older men like Daddy Tony, who stood 5’8” and had a hairy, ripe body. A carpet of unkempt gray hair lined his pale torso. He wore a tattered gray wife-beater stained with sweat and who knows what else and a pair of sweaty black socks crusty from stepping around in filth. He fondled me in his dark basement studio with only slivers of the afternoon sun that made it through his blinds. Conversations, car horns, and footsteps buzzed at street level. Ah, the sound of people coming home from work and school, unaware of the dirty sin just a few feet away. “That jockstrap makes me so horny, baby,” Daddy Tony whispered as he slurped my nipple, his thick mustache and beard tickling me. “Yeah, Daddy? You make me so horny too,” I cooed softly, looking deeply into his fiendish, hungry eyes. His eyes were black and dilated, his smile wicked. He twirled his finger around my tight, greasy oily jockstrap, snapping it. We shifted a little bit on his mattress, which was trashed. The sheet was soaked and crumpled into one corner, revealing the yellowing mattress underneath, which was covered in glass pipes resting on dirty paper towels, at least a half-dozen bottles of poppers, torches, dildos, cock rings, half-empty or spilled bottles of lube, baby oil, and grease. “I know something that’ll make you even hornier for daddy,” he whispered, grinning. I looked at his crooked yellow teeth and took in his rank breath. It was a familiar stench, always reminding me of guys who’ve been partying for so long. “Would you like that?” My skin jumped at the thought of getting even more spun. He picked up a used pipe and held it to my lips. I savored the rough chemical taste and watched as clouds slowly curled up and started tumbling in the bowl of the glass pipe as Daddy Tony held the torch to the pipe. Daddy Tony watched closely as I slowly started sucking in as the clouds started twirling hard in the bulb, wisps of vapor peeking out. “Yeahh, nice big hit, boy,” he whispered. I pulled away, coughing out a thick stream of white that never seemed to end. I coughed and gagged at the chemical taste as I felt the heat course through my body and FUCK I felt good. And horny. And filthy. “Fuck yeahh,” Daddy Tony groaned. “Daddy likes his boys tweaked up. Is that what you want, baby? Dirty little slut boy?” “Fuck yeah, Daddy,” I groaned, leaning over to kiss Daddy Tony. His breath tasted like cigarettes and chemicals. He slurped back hungrily, thick tendrils of spit coating my face as he licked me. “I want you to be mine, baby boy.” I knew what that meant. That’s what Ben said while he bred me too, before he even knew my name. In fact, I don’t remember ever telling Daddy Tony my name. He just knows me as baby boy. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” I said as he strummed my jockstrap. “You know I’m married.” “Daddy will take care of you better,” he groaned before roughly coating his fingers with a foamy glob of yellowish spit. “Get on your back, baby boy.” “Yes, Daddy.” I brushed back some pipes and popper bottles and laid back on the rough piss-stained sheet. I spread my thin, smooth legs and flexed by feet. Although I have beautiful feet that men love. I aimed my perfectly hairless pussy at Daddy Tony, trying to open my slender, perfectly smooth legs as wide as possible. He turned on his phone’s flashlight and pointed it at my hole. My oily cheeks reflected the light, greasy from the baby oil. I whimpered and moaned as Daddy Tony slid a finger into my hole, still coated with wads of spit. I looked right in his eyes, which were full of lust as they fixated on the sight of his meaty finger popping into my tight pussy. He groaned as he felt the warmth around his finger and felt my moans. “Your husband know you’re here with me, baby boy?” he whispered as he slipped his finger in and out of my hole. I grinned devilishly, knowing I had just kissed Ben goodbye before he left for the airport that morning. I had been on Grindr chatting with Daddy Tony even while he was packing his suitcase. “Of course not, Daddy,” I purred. “He’d kill me if I knew I was with you, daddy.” The sound of that made Daddy Tony light up and start shredding my hole with his finger like a pogo stick. “Little slut,” he groaned before spitting on my face. He pulled his fingers out, leaned over and grabbed a small tub of white greasy lube. “You know what this is, baby?” “What is it, Daddy?” “Chem lube,” he said with a sinister grin. He fished for one of the little baggies on the bed that still had maybe a gram or two of T in it. He dumped the whole thing in the lube then stuffed the baggie in my mouth. “Lick it clean, slut.” It tasted bitter and so good. I felt my whole body get hot and twitchy immediately while his fingers re-entered me and I felt a burn in my body. While Daddy Tony massaged the booty bump in my hole, I grabbed a bottle of poppers and hit it hard. Back and forth, one nostril after another while I watched him finger me. I looked into Daddy Tony’s eyes, my eyes cross-eyed and bugged out. My body felt so warm and the whole room was spinning. I couldn’t even speak as a bit of spittle dripped out of my mouth, all the drugs hitting me at once. “Daddy…Daddy I’m so horny. I need Daddy’s raw cock.” “Yeah, baby?” Daddy Tony groaned, staring excitedly into my eyes. “You’re so fucked up, baby. I love a tweaked boy. But let’s make sure you get more fucked up.” His eyes looked predatory as he grinned, spraying maximum impact on a dirty towel and shoving it on my face. I moaned, my eyes rolling back into my head. I was in heaven. “Fuck me…Furk me daddy, please,” I slurred. Daddy Tony leaned forward, his rancid sweat dripping from his leathery face onto my body as I felt the mushroom head of his 6” dick stretch my hole and push inside. I could tell his dick would normally hurt, but all the drugs had loosened my pussy enough that it eagerly gave into his dick. Daddy Tony’s dick was incredibly hard and warm. “Ohhh, FUCK!” he groaned as he pushed all the way to his balls, and I moaned softly as he started to thrust. “Daddy…” “Dirty fucking slut,” he groaned, his mouth dropping open in pleasure as his dilated pupils glared fiendishly at me with lust. I moaned weakly as he pushed his warm, wet cock into my hole in and out, slowly at first. He wrapped one rough hand around my left ankle and pressed his other hand down on my mouth. He balled up a thick wad of spit, foaming through his piss yellow teeth, and spat it roughly only my face before grinning. “Such a bad boy,” he whispered, pumping harder. My eyes rolled back into my head as I felt his thick cock rip through my cunt, pressing the slight burn of the chem lube into the walls of my hole. He pulled out completely, his cock dripping with grease, and he strapped on a tight cock ring before sloppily sprinkling some crystals on the head of his dick. “Take the poppers, boy,” he ordered. I eagerly grabbed the oily bottle of poppers, fumbling to screw the top open before pressing the bottle against one nostril while holding the other. I took several deep inhales before moving to the other nostril while Daddy Tony fingered my hole, watching hungrily. He smiled with pleasure as he could see my eyes getting even more unfocused, my face contorting as my head spun. I heard a faint buzz, my vision blurring as I tried to focus on Daddy Tony’s leathery face in the dark. “Yeahhh,” he growled, pushing his dick in. I yelped as I felt a sharp burn, every crystal searing into my pussy as he kept moving in. The poppers loosened up my hole and let him in, but I still bucked as he thrust in, not giving a fuck about how much the booty bump burned my hole. He pressed down on me, splitting my legs as open as he can. “Hold your fucking legs, boy,” he commanded. I did as he told, clumsily trying to keep my legs open as wide as I could while the world spun around me, desperate to keep his cock deep inside me. He buried all the way in, both of us groaning loudly as his dick ground into my soft wet pussy, wrecking it. Once he was in and was satisfied, he grinned before spitting on my face again. Then, he grabbed my throat with one hand while he raised his hand and slapped me in the face with full force as he begin to fuck roughly. “Fuuu…Ng, FUCK,” I slurred. “Shut the fuck up you nasty cheating whore!” he barked, slapping me again as I squealed. The bed creaked as he rammed me, his dick sloshing in and out of my loosening cunt. “FUCK yeah, that cunt feels so fucking good. That’s what you’re good for, right slut? Making daddy feel good?” “Yes, daddy!” I moaned. “Fuck yeah!” he spat on me again as he rough fucked me. “Your husband know his boy is a junkie who likes getting used like a fucking faggot?” “No,” I managed between pumps, earning a wad of spit that coated my eye. It burned, but I couldn’t care, in ecstasy from Daddy Tony’s cock ripping into me. Slosh, slosh, slosh. “Yeah? Fucking trashy slut,” he growled, pausing to remove my left hand from my leg. He took the silver wedding band off my ring finger and tossed it aside. It landed somewhere in the pile of food packaging and empty water bottles somewhere on the floor. I got even more turned on remembering my handsome husband taking me to a pawn shop near the courthouse in Vegas to buy the rings last minute, him dressed in his pilot uniform, me dressed in a skimpy crop top and booty shorts. We got married moments later, with even the Vegas officiant looking wary. “You’re mine now, baby,” he had said, and that night we made love at the motel all night. “I love my Asian pussy boy.” “I love you too, Daddy!” I smirked at the memory as Daddy Tony grabbed my neck again, barking, “Your husband should fucking throw you out onto the streets or sell you, you fucking whore! A bad boy like should just be whored out like a cheap piece of trash!” “Yes, Daddy! Whore me out, daddy!” I moaned. Fap, fap, fap. I felt Daddy Tony speed up as he got excited. “Oh, I’ll fucking you whore you out all week, you dirty slut,” he said. “I’m gonna pump that drugged up cunt with my seed and rent you out to as many nasty fuckers as I can.” “Fuck yeah, Daddy!” SMACK! “Shut the fuck up, faggot,” he grunted, his face close to mine. He quickened his pace again, tightening his grip on my throat as I gagged. My feet bounced and flailed as he shredded as hard as he could, his cock now as hard as a rock pole. “Take my fucking load, you bitch!” With that, he thrust into me hard, sending shockwaves through my body. He roared, and I felt his dick pulse in my hole as he unloaded inside me. “FUCK!” Daddy Tony pulled out and wiped himself off as I laid there, still fingering my whole like a zombie. He buzzed around, drinking water and wiping himself off, staring as his phone. His face still looked angry, and as he unwinded, I took another hit of the pipe. He laid down and joined me after a few puffs, freshening up his high himself. His post-nut clarity seemed to hit him for a minute, as he didn’t look in my direction or shotgun his hits, just mindlessly rubbing my smooth slim body. After about an hour or three of almost total silence, smoking, and cruising on grindr, BBRT, and Adam4Adam, he moved over and lubed up my hole with some spit. “I got some guys who wanna fuck you,” he said. “I want you to get really fucked up. You want G?” “Fuck yeah, daddy,” I moaned, still wired and sticky from sweat and tons of spit on my face. “Good boy.” He got up and poured 2 small cups of coke and measured some G. “Just giving you a little boy. I want you to feel these cocks destroy that little cunt.” He moved back to the bed and offered me my portion. We clinked our glasses and downed the G, and I instantly felt heat rush through my body once again as I felt incredibly nauseous for a minute. I gagged a little, but Daddy Tony put his mouth against mine and kissed me softly, his tongue perversely slurping the inside of my mouth. I immediately forgot my nausea as I leaned into Daddy Tony. I felt a finger and the familiar burn at my hole.
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Rural Georgia—June, 2022 The massive thunderstorm that finished off the evening on Friday, left my tent flooded and some camp sites without power. I was rescued by the couple who had cooked me dinner that night. I was given a comfortable sofa to sleep on. Not to mention a wonderful tongue bath for both of my feet as the boots came off—this from the top in the relationship. He had watched me all night and wanted to explore his bottom side with me—but not at any of the sex parties with others around. We never found the right moment in our limited time left—and it remains one of my few regrets of the weekend. I have never mentioned one of the men who shared our tenting area—and he is about to become important. I was the first one to arrive in the tenting area. I set up my tent on Thursday and read a book in my folding chair, facing a large pond covered in lily pads. Some time later a car arrived with two men. One was the large man who had such incredible anal talents I mentioned in the last post. The other was a handsome man—a Hollywood handsome man. He was maybe 5’9” and trim. He unloaded a few bags from the car, waved to the larger man who then drove off. Miles than proceeded to strip to nothing but sandals. He was yoga fit (I saw him on his mat, fully naked, every morning after that.) He was well hung and uncut with a generous foreskin. And he had the perfect hairless bubble butt. He kept showing it to me, totally unselfconsciously, as he bent over to drive the tent stakes in place. He had to go through vast quantities of sunscreen for he never put clothes on for the entire weekend. Except for an Aussie cowboy hat and his sandals. I learned on Friday night he was a top. Unless you were a porn star…and he took each and all deep inside that magnificent ass. Back to Saturday. We had our discussion on Mental Health & Wellness in the early afternoon—led by RC, who in real life, works in just that field. I missed the Blow Job contest held by the pool, for I was headed to the piss party. We had a great outdoor space for it. There was a large tree near the small campground play space that was ringed with decking and was an outdoor shower with three or four massive shower heads. We could get piss wet and rinse—all in one shaded space… I am first to get there. Naturally. I keep chugging on my water. It’s hot out. And, while I have hydrated all morning, it is coming out of me in sweat, not piss. Other men slowly begin arriving. A furry young man, who, at the parties so far, seems to be all oral, is here. I manage some piss onto his dick and suck it off. He loves this—and does the same to me. As he stands up, we realize, there are more of us now. Maybe 15 looking to get wet and five or ten more who are standing around outside the deck area, watching. Other men splash some piss on the men kneeling. We are all having issues with the heat and production. “You guys look too dry!” It is Miles. He clambers up onto the rail that surrounds the deck. He stands above us and begins to piss. He covers us—into open mouths and on chests, cocks and, for one hairy pig, his ass. David and Ray arrive. Ray is up on the rail the moment Miles has run dry. He coats us, too. I watch David’s magnificent chest drip with Ray’s piss. I am there to lick some off. Ray disappears pretty much the moment he is out of piss—but it has kicked the party into sex mode. I find I have more in my bladder than I thought. I have David lean against the railing, his ass jutted out towards me. I piss soak his ass. There is enough hair to hold onto the pale yellow droplets. I go to my knees and rim him deeply, licking up all the piss. David moans. I turn his hips so he can take some cock in his mouth while I rim. He goes down on the cute otter whose cock I had pissed on. I stand up. “You want my cock?” David grunts an affirmative around the cute otter’s dick. I fuck him. Not for long. Just to get some of my piss up his ass. “Let me clean that cock.” It’s the hairy pig who is camped near me. He moans at the combined taste of David’s ass and my piss. Other men are in twos and threes. Piss is flowing better now, but it is still more cocksucking than piss drinking. Miles is in the corner of the deck. I turn David so he sucks that uncut cock. I go back up his ass. Myles grins at me. I slide back into David’s ass. I fuck him nice and easy—just a slight push onto Miles with each in stroke. “You want his ass?” I ask Miles. He nods. David turns. Now his mouth is on me, licking up all his own juices as well as the piss I got into his ass. Miles fucks him much harder. I would so love to get my tongue under that foreskin when Miles pulls out—but David gets that honor, when we turn him again. The Otter comes by and splashes piss on Miles’ dick for David to slurp up. When the stream runs dry, David pulls off both of us. He stands and gestures for Miles and I to kiss him—and we have an incredible moment of sharing some piss back and forth between the three of us. I break the kiss to eat David’s ass once more. Miles leaves, as do most of the others. No one is trying to get off with the big Fornication Party tonight. David and I kiss again, my tongue flavored with his ass jizz and all that piss. We shower together—and head to the pool… The piss party was scheduled for 30 minutes. We took a little longer, but not much… The original post is here: From My Side of the Sling: Fornication Weekend Saturday: Piss Party (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) July 27, 2022
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Does anyone else get turned off by condoms in porn? I’m sure this has been discussed before but it’s just such a turn off for me. I can be hard at and about to nut and all of a sudden I see a condom and I go limp. It’s an automatic turn off for me. Anyone else have the same opinion?
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I'm obsessed with drinking my own piss, I drink it daily. Who else it with me? Can you take a whole day and drink all your piss from that day?
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