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racial slurs (nigger, wetback, gook, cracker whore) in sex drive me fucking insane. The best orgams of my life. I guezz its humiliation that really gets me off. Hiring pros$ adds another layer of immorality to it. Anyone else turned on by it? I recorded a buddy of mine ( a black rentb-y) taking a clients$ huge white dick in his juicy nigger butt. It was so immoral... gave me a huge orgasm.

"Motherfucker!" That was the moment I realized that what's his name had not left the video booth to go get poppers, lube, Molly and coke. In fact, I was almost 100% sure that if I walked out the side exit and around towards where he had parked his car, it would be gone. This sucked for a few reasons. First, I had just electronically sent him $160 to fuck me. Second, I was staying in North Portland and he had just ditched me at Mr. Peeps in Beaverton with no way home. Third, he had left three cheap torches, a sack of meth, two cheap glass pipes that had seen better days but were full of melted shards, and another bag of powder on top of the video console. I was in gym shorts with no underwear, and a tank top. If I tried to walk out with most of this stuff, I'd be clinking and clanking and far too obvious, unless I got the least judgmental Uber driver in the universe. It had to be done - I lifted the cheap plastic garbage can that smelled faintly of cum on the inside up to the level of the top of the console and swept all of paraphernalia and drugs into it, then tucked it back under the video console. Time to leave and figure out how to get home and I can't risk being distracted right now. Now that was taken care of, I grabbed my hoodie and stepped out of the booth into the main video store.

By accident I have recently hooked up with a bottom who is into BDSM, pain pig, fisting, deep throat, and everything piggy, raw and sleaze. I hooked up with him so he could suck my cock. Once in his playroom he admitted to all sorts of interests. I have done everything he is interested and we are planning playing soon. Does anyone have any suggestions for starting up this relationship? Ideally I would love to make this a weekly thing. He's younger than me which is hot. Oh he sucks cock like a well trained and well used faggot cocksucker. Looking forward to more of those as well. Any suggestions, tips, advice will be appreciated.

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

Author's Note: If you've made it this far and have not read the Sorrowful Author's Note, please do. It adds important context to all chapters of this story. When I was a kid and would occasionally be invited to a friend’s house for dinner, I always found it odd that the kids (me) were served a plate of food, portioned out for them, and there was an expectation they clean their plate. I always thought, “I didn’t choose how much was on the plate, but now I’m forced to eat everything anyway? I don’t like canned green beans!” Then there was the “May I have another/second helping?” permissive question. I could see additional food was available, was it being withheld for some reason? My mother was an amazing cook, and as a family, we tried to eat together 3-4 times a week. I miss those days before cell-phones and the internet… My mom would call up the stairs “DINNER TIME!” or during the summer she literally had an airhorn she would fire off front the front driveway, mostly for me, which told me I needed to come home for dinner. Within 10 minutes, we’d all be in the kitchen, grabbed our plates, and served ourselves. We’d occasionally prompt each other if something was new – “you should try this, you’ll like it” or “if you’re not gonna have the green beans, then you’re having…” It taught me to not let my eyes be bigger than my stomach, and also, to know when there was balance between food groups. Whatever lessons I learned from the different styles of having a family meal from my childhood, it meant absolutely nothing when it came to this experience. Balance? No. Personal choice? No. Idea what was next? No. Hunger for second helpings? Yes! Still and enduringly blindfolded, I hoped off the table and felt the plastic sheathing under my feet, slightly damp from piss. The majority of it had stayed on the table, but I could hear it start to drip down now that I wasn’t indenting the pad. My jock was soaked, my dick felt wet, my hole felt wet and cum filled, my hair was wet, my body was wet. I might as well have just jumped out of the shower or out of a pool – except it was all piss and cum from some unknown number of guys. Jacob held my bicep and started to lead me in to the living room towards the “drinks” area. “He looks like a fucking piss pig now!” and “He’s literally dripping piss all over his body” were my welcome messages, among others. It felt really strange (not in a bad way) to be blindfolded, not able to see, yet have everyone see you on full display. I determined that everyone was in the living room at that point, because there was literally no sound in the rest of the house. It was at this point that I determined that half of the people I thought were there had left…probably when I heard the door open and shut a couple of times. I didn’t know then if they were coming and going but it was clear they had left. I wanted to ask “can I have a water?” “how many people are here?” “did any of you fuck me? did any of you fuck me more than once?” “who gave me loads?” “is everyone that’s fucked me or pissed on me or whatever still here?” but I had not been spoken to or asked a question, so I just stood there. I couldn’t even make eye contact or exactly tell where people were… Ethan was in front of me. I only knew it was Ethan because he grabbed me on the shoulder and I could tell by the way he squeezed that it was just like he had done so when all of this had begun. He reached around the back of my head with the same hand, grabbed my hair and pulled my head back so it was tilted towards the ceiling. “Open your mouth, Boy!” “Yes sir!” I complied and he started to pour water into my mouth…dumping water into my mouth was more accurate. I wasn’t choking but there was cold water flowing into my mouth and out of my mouth because I couldn’t swallow, hitting my face and running down my body. It was cool enough make me shiver and as it reached my jock, I felt my dick twitch a little bit, recoiling from the cold. Two or three guys came over to play with me while Ethan put the bottle to my lips and let me take normal sips of water. One guy was in front of me on his knees and had pulled my jockstrap down below my balls and got access to my dick. He started sucking on my piss-soaked dick while pulling on my balls. He’d occasionally reach back with his hand and finger my cummy hole, so I was continuing to get my hole worked. My hole at this point felt pretty wide open and ready for more. I hadn’t had anyone suck my dick this whole time…it had only been slapped and pulled. Having my dick sucked by this guys warm mouth felt amazing. I’m a verbal top and a verbal bottom – always have been. I wanted to tell the guy to “suck my dick” and any of the 10000000000 other things I could have said, but I held it all in. It created this tension in my body that made me want to cum. I had finished the water and Ethan had moved away. The two other guys had positioned themselves, one in front and one in back. Behind me, the guy had taken over ongoing duty fingering my hole, smacking my ass checks, spreading my hole with fingers, and with the other hand, squeezing my shoulders. The guy sucking my dick had moved closer to my body and had my dick deep in my mouth and the other guy seemed to be standing over him. He was working my nipples, would occasionally grab my dick and feed it to the dick sucking guy. This was another moment where there was so much happening it was hard to tell…the guy in the back would reach around and also grab my dick, or squeeze my nipples, my hair would get grabbed. I could hear Ethan and Jacob and Alex talking to the other guys, past where the drinks were and about 10-15 feet away. “Let’s get going then!” I heard Ethan say, now loud enough for me to understand what he was saying. I had never seen him do this before this time, but he clapped again, like he had done before – kind of like a coach in a locker room letting the players know it was time to take the field. There was new animation in the room and the guy on the ground took his dick off my mouth and the other two stepped back as well. It was clearly Jacob and Alex who were now side by side next to me, holding my arms. I realized I hadn’t known up to this point where Alex had been. I suppose he must have been in the living room the whole time. They turned me around, back towards where the table was but more in the direction of the metal tub. I remembered it from earlier but hadn’t thought of it in a while. If the theme of the night was watersports, and given EVERYTHING that we’d already done, what could be next that requires this tub? Alex lifted up my leg once we reached the trough and helped me get in. (Pigs at the Troff was, at that time, one of my favorite pornos and still is, so the fact that I was being put in a trough for the first time in my life was not lost on me). “Boy, down!” Jacob commanded and instinctually dropped to my hands and knees, then repositioned myself so that I could lower my body down to the floor. I realized immediately I could have done a better job, because my ass at this point was in facing the center of the tub, and I imagined that isn’t where it was supposed to be. My suspicion was reaffirmed. Ethan smacked my ass hard while Jacob grabbed my hair and pulled me to the left so as to spin me around. “How the fuck is anyone going to get to your hole that way?” Ethan said. My ass was now resting on the edge of the trough, facing outward. My head was nearly in the center of the trouble, like the minute hand on a clock. I had an ah-ha moment – more piss fucking was ahead! And it didn’t take long. With the EDM still playing and porno still playing and coming from multiple directions, I was now also surrounded on all sides by however many guys were left at this party. I could hear guys stroking their dicks, or someone else’s dick, someone was getting their dick sucked on my left. And then I felt something I had not ever felt before, and I don’t think I have since. At first, it felt like a spatula, but it had a softer edge and a harder middle – like a paddle but soft on the outside. The first smack of whatever the fuck it was definitely made me lunge forward a bit, and I was thankful that the Humbler was nowhere near me. Whoever was using this slapper thing was alternating between my ass cheeks, occasionally running the flat paddle between my cheeks and over my hole. It stopped briefly and then I heard Ethan say, “Now watch this.” The next smack of the paddle was not even as hard as they had been but shot through my body from head to toe. The next one the same thing. And the next and the next, increasing and decreasing in force. Regardless of how much force was used, the sensation was like when you would accidentally shock yourself on an outlet. Oh shit, is this some eSTIM thing? I didn’t know until the paddle was placed between my ass cheeks and the electricity was engaged. FUUUUUCK! I moaned and yelled so loud there was no way that someone out on the street wouldn’t have heard me. But the stimulation was so intense I wasn’t even making my normal involuntary sounds. Every noise that came out of me was punctuated “ah ah ah ah ah” as though I was getting pounded, presumably from the waves of electricity flowing through me. I must have looked like an epileptic freak show. I was nowhere near in the proper position anymore, my arms were flailing from side to side, I was about 50% sitting upright but thrashing my body from side to side, I kept reaching back only to have people pull my arms away…the paddle just kept moving up and down between my ass cheeks and over my hole, sending electricity in to my body. I felt like my body was moving at the speed of sound. After maybe thirty seconds, the paddle was removed. I fucking loved it but FUCK! I don’t think that’s something I could take a lot of. As I thought about it, my ass has more fat and my hole was pretty much worked so if this had been applied to another part of my body (like my dick, or nipples, or anywhere) I think I might have lost it. I could totally have seen myself cumming hands free had they continued. Before I could even fully get my body back into an ass up position, the piss started flowing. One guy pissing from in front me, the other from behind me and to the side. The hot piss felt amazing, and I was just enjoying the warmth after the cold water from before. I heard the pump of the big lube container, and someone was positioning themselves behind me, pulling my hips back so that my ass hung over the edge of the trough. The pissing from both sides continued for just a while longer while the guy behind me got his dick up to my hole and thrust his dick inside. None of the fucking I’d received up to this point had been gentle, or slow, and all of the guys had a certain love for really ramming their dicks in hard from the start. Having had all the dick I had at this point, it was much easier to take but still made me gasp as he got his dick all the way inside me. Without the gag, I was making a ton more moaning and growling noises, and completely in a sex haze, moaned out loud and in a commanding way, “Oh, fuck my hole deep with you dick! Breed my hole!” I knew instantly I had broken one of my commands and hoped that no one would care, but Ethan and Jacob both responded within seconds and Alex stepped in to the trough near my head. Ethan used the paddle to smack my ass several times and Jacob did the same on the other side of my ass with his hand. These were punishments that would leave a red mark, and it stung, even while the guy behind me continued to have his dick buried in me. Alex at the same time smacked me across my face, pulled my hair and in a way I hadn’t heard him talk up to this point, said, “You don’t fucking talk unless we talk to you. You don’t fucking speak, unless we ask you to. You understand Boy?” He put his hand over my mouth and squeezed his hand on both of my cheeks to make my mouth open, then shoved his dick in my mouth. “If you fuck up again, the next thing gagging you is not going to be enjoyable!” The guy fucking me had started fucking for real while all of this was happening and clearly was turned on by it because only about 30 seconds after, he started to grunt, “I’m gonna shoot a load in him! I’m gonna fucking cum!” And he loaded me up with a big load, I could feel it. There’s no way this could have been his second of the night, because as soon as he stopped shooting, he pulled out and I could feel cum still coming out of his dick. “I’m tapping in, man!” said another guy and he quickly replaced the dick that had just filled me full of jizz. “Oh fuck man – this hole. What a fucking slut!” He didn’t just thrust in deep but started rapid fucking me from the jump. He was breathing heavy at first but then someone put a dick in his mouth, so he was making slobbering noises on some dick while he was fucking my hole. Another stream of piss started flowing all over my back, moved up to my neck and hair, then down to my lower back. The trough at this point was meaningless as my ass was hanging over the edge, but the guy kept pissing. “Man, this pussy is so slick and wet and loose…” and the guy on the other side of the dude fucking me then started pissing on me, while I continued to get my hole pounded. The guy fucking me shoved in really deep, making me grown wildly, piss splashing on my body, held there for a second and then in ten very fast strokes after said “Take my load you fucking piss pig! Take that fucking load.” And he buried his dick in me and shot his load, the other guy almost simultaneously finishing his piss shower on my body. “DAMN! I could fuck shit like this every day! Nasty piss pig! You like that Boy?” I had been grunting and moaning so much I didn’t even realize he was talking to me. He smacked my ass, still inside of me. “I asked you a fucking question. Did you like that Boy!” “OH MY GOD, fuck yes sir! The loads and the piss and fucking …. Fuck! It feels so good!” I was nearly incoherent. This was another moment where the blindfold really amplified the experience – I didn’t really have a sense of being on the ground, I kind of felt like I was floating my body didn’t feel like it was completely in physical form… “Thank you, sir. I feel fucking great.” The guy pulled out of my hole and at this point, there wasn’t anything I could do to stop cum from flowing out with his dick. My hole was still keeping most of it in, but I could tell my hole was covered on the outside. “Let me get at that!” and very quickly after the last guy had pulled out, I had another dick in me. He took almost no time to come at all and I’m pretty sure it was the same guy who had just pissed on me. There’s something hot about these types of group situations where, as time goes by, everyone gets so jacked up and horny that when they finally get in, they just can’t wait to shoot! He was not wanting to wait. He also fucked me fast, alternating between a lot of shallow thrusts and occasionally pushing in deeper. No more than 30 seconds later he shot his load in me and stayed still for about another 30 while he too gave me what felt like a giant load. He pulled out and said something along the lines of “I know you’ll enjoy that one! Good job Boy!” I heard some action over at the drinks station and just lay there coated with piss, cum-filled hole, cum-sloppy hole on the outside. I didn’t have a clue if that was it, who was still there, or whether I should move, so I just stayed still. I heard someone to my right exhale and then felt another strong stream of piss hit my body and move up to my head. “Move forward Boy and get in the middle more.” I did that. He pissed all over my body, targeted my hole, and kept pissing, finally relieving himself. The guys were all away from the trough it seemed at this point – drinking water or cocktails or whatever, and I just stayed there on my knees, body lowered down, my head on my hands. Ethan, talking to the group said, “Good?” and a combination of “Yeah, man” “Fuck yeah” and “For sure!” were the responses. “If any of you wanna rinse off really quick, the bathroom is through the kitchen. Towels are on the counter.” I heard one or two people proceed that way. The remainder (and it was still very unclear to me how many there were) seemed to go to the other side of the living room. I heard what sounded like a belt buckle, and just other sounds of people getting dressed. “Thanks for coming!” coinciding with what sounded like a high five, and I heard two or three people move past me, towards the door. “Nice job Boy! That was fucking hot!” one said. And the door opened and they left. Ethan grabbed my shoulders in his signature way and told me to sit up. He tossed a towel over my shoulder. “How you doing, Boy? You feeling good?” “Is it over? I feel amazing! I am…….I am….I dunno. That was fucking hot! I…” “Shhhhhh! Enjoy it. You made us proud. You did good, Boy!” Jacob and Alex were there, their hands on my body in various places. This time, it wasn’t dominant touching, but stabilizing. They were holding me in place, helping me re-establish my footing reassuring me, and even thanking or congratulating me. The guys from the bathroom were back, dressed fairly quickly, and while moving past me stopped to say to Ethan, Jacob and Alex, “That was hot! So good! Thanks for having us! Let us know if there’s other stuff going down.” “Will do, thanks for coming,” said Ethan. Jacob chimed in “Yeah, you guys were great!” I didn’t know how these two guys were different than the others – I’d have to think about that – but I did get the sense that they were a couple. One of the guys turned towards me, based on the sound of his voice, and said “Boy, you put in the work! You’re a hot fuck and a good nasty pig! Hope we see you again!” “Thank you, sir!” The door opened, they walked out. It was just me and the Doms. Jacob had his hand around my waist and Alex had his hand on my upper back. Ethan was standing in front of me. “Alright, Boy! You wanna take a shower and get ready to relax?” “Yes sir, and sir, can I ask for something else?” “Sure” “Could I get some more water and maybe something to eat after I shower? I can’t believe I’m saying this but I’m a bit hungry now that I’m now getting filled, sir!” “We’re way ahead of you! Go clean up.” Before going to the bathroom, Jacob and I stopped in the kitchen and sat at the table. He set a turkey sandwich directly on the table, a yogurt, and a bottle of water. “Eat this!” He grabbed my hand and placed it on the sandwich. They were not giving me any rewards via the food. Ethan loved really good food, and so the fact that I had eaten unseasoned chicken and rice out of a bowl earlier, and was now served a dry turkey sandwich, a plain yogurt, and a warm bottle of water seemed like a deliverable show of power and control. I ate it quickly, mostly because I was hungry and because there was nothing worth savoring. “Let’s go!” Jacob grabbed me by my arm and led me across the kitchen to the bathroom. He shut the door. Immediately, he reached around the back of my head and unfastened the blindfolded, removed it, and tossed it on the counter. I had only briefly, vaguely seen Jacob in my peripheral vision when Ethan had taken off my blindfold in the kitchen. At that time, I was barely able to see to see his mouth and his grin. I had no idea what his hair color was, what his body looked like…anything…until this moment. Up until this point he was someone I had smelled, touched and felt inside me but still a somewhat imaginary figure in my brain. The blindfold came off and he was standing right in front of me, smiling, one of his hands resting on my shoulder. He was many ways like Ethan – he had this kindness and compassion that just sort of flowed from his eyes and his smile and his body language. It was what I felt he had been all along, even in the most intense moments of the last many hours of this day. “I’m not supposed to do this, but I’m going to…” and he leaned in and kissed me, and we made out intensely for about a minute before he pulled himself back. “Ethan told you about the punishments and I wanted to show you the reward. You were a champ, J.” It was the first time I had been referred to as something other than Boy. It was the first time I was able to see in a long time. And it felt like true connection – much like I had felt with Ethan, Jacob and Alex from the beginning. But in that moment, it deepened. Not just with Jacob but with Ethan and Alex as well. (NOTE: I don’t recall if I teared up in that moment, but flash forward to writing this, I had tears flowing…) Jacob kept smiling then got down to remove jock, cockring, and ball stretcher. He pulled the harness off over my head. He walked to the shower and turned on the water. “Take your time. We’re just going to chill in the living room for the rest of the night. But you’re back in Boy mode the minute I come back, okay?” He seemed to acknowledge that we had a moment that wasn’t quite in the script. “Yes, sir.” “And don’t worry, Ethan wasn’t kidding, you’ll be seeing this jockstrap again.” He shut the door and I got into the shower. I stood there for a bit and bizarrely wished I had been blindfolded. It was as though seeing everything around me – the walls, the sink, the glass, the toilet – was distracting me from what I was feeling at that moment. Being able to see was actually more disorienting than being blindfolded. It felt like a shift from the last time I had been able to see without the blindfold, where I was still searching for clues and visuals to orient me. Now, I was hoping my vision would be blocked so I could see clearly again. I felt so many things and couldn’t really name it – energized and tired, overwhelmed and calm, horny and serene (my dick was literally throbbing at this point), excited, curious, filled with anticipation… And I felt this other thing…which I would never have expected to have felt…given what had just happened and how it had happened…but I felt loved, appreciated and worthy. And I felt safe. And I felt honored and respected. I finished showering and Jacob came back in almost immediately with some clothes. I was toweling off and he grabbed the towel and wiped down my back. He gave me some loose-fitting pajama pants and a white wifebeater and some socks. “I’m just warning you – you’re gonna have plenty of rest and sleep every day, Boy, but this is probably the most comfortable it will be tonight.” He put some toothpaste and a toothbrush down on the counter. “Brush your teeth, Boy. I’ll wait!” “Yes sir!” He had switched back in to Alpha Dom. I brushed my teeth and he then put a new blindfold on me. It was soft and very comfortable, like a sleeping mask but more “BDSM” flavor. “Time to relax before your bedtime, Boy!” We walked back to the living room and Jacob stopped me directly in front of where Ethan and Alex were standing. I was guessing we were in the couch area. They all gave me shoulder squeezes, rubbed me in various places, softly on my dick. It was so relaxing compared to everything else. “You really did great today, Boy! There’s a lot more to come! Jacob and I are gonna hang here with you here for a bit, Alex has to go home, and then you get a reward tonight for doing so well...you get to sleep on the couch!” I could feel myself relax and getting sleepy already. I wondered, if my reward was sleeping on the couch, then...where else would I sleep? The Cage? “Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir, Alex, sir.” Alex patted me on the head a few times. “Sleep well, you’re gonna need it!” Alex left the house, presumably to go home. Ethan and Jacob guided me to the center of the couch and there was a pillow partially on Jacob’s lap where my head would go, and Ethan grabbed my legs and put them across his. They spread the same blanket over me as earlier. It felt like Jacob and Ethan had similar pajama pants on as well as wifebeaters. It all felt very…calm, casual, cozy, comfortable. Some show started playing on TV, I couldn’t really tell what it was. Jacob was running his fingers through my hair, rubbing my head and occasionally squeezing my earlobe or running his finger around the edge of my ear and lips. Ethan was massaging and squeezing my feet with his identifiable firm touch occasionally, moving his hand all the way up my leg while Jacob moved his hand all the way down to meet Ethan’s. It was completely different than the energy of the past many hours, and yet the connection that I felt two the two of them specifically felt the same. We didn’t talk about the day. It was too fresh and I think everyone was tired. “Good night, Boy!” “Good night, Sir. Good night, sir!” I lay there and fell asleep fast. I don’t remember either of them getting up or leaving the couch or how long they stayed there with me. I slept so deeply and don’t recall the dreams I had that night, but I do remember having very vivid dreams. Day one was over. The next morning... I heard a car door shut out on the street in the front of the house, perhaps in the neighbor’s driveway. I woke up and opened my eyes, only to realize I was still blindfolded. I was a bit dazed, wondering where I was, a bit in disbelief that the last day had happened. I could hear someone in the kitchen and I could smell…something breakfast-like cooking. Toast and sausage maybe? I heard Ethan, “Boy, you can take your blindfold off for a minute. There is water and a note for you to read on the table. Drink the water. And then do what the note says, Boy! Don’t try to look around, I’m watching. Do you understand?” “Yes, sir.” I removed the blindfold, and on the table was a bottle of water, and a piece of paper folded in half. On the outside it said “Boy.” I drank the bottle of water quickly. I’d had one before bed too, but was still thirsty and also really needed to pee. I finished the water, then picked up the note. “Clothes off. Blindfold on. Go to bathroom. Shut door. Blindfold off. Jockstrap on. Inside shower. Boy, down!” There wasn’t a single humanizing word to be found. I did was told, and after stumbling to find my way to the bathroom, shut the door. The jockstrap from yesterday was on the counter. It was still just a little bit damp. I followed directions, got in the shower, got in to position and the door opened and I could already tell it was Ethan and Jacob. “Are you ready for Day 2, Boy?” “I am so fucking ready, sir! Let’s fucking go!”

Author's Note: If you've made it this far and have not read the Author's Note, please do. It adds important context to all chapters of this story. HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! It’s hard to describe but having had the blindfold on for as long as I had at this point, whether I had my eyes open or not, I just saw this black expanse. The longer I was blindfolded, the more my brain seemed to try and make sense of my experience by creating images that I could only see in my mind. I know this sounds crazy. So HOLY SHIT! seemed to be floating around in the black. Each different version of those words was in a different color, design or font. Each represented, in a way that made sense to me, emotions I was feeling: shock, surprise, anxiousness, devious excitement, lust, desire, longing… I know it sounds crazy, but I could see the words floating around, in different colors and fonts, representing my emotions – in my mind. Perhaps this was something that happens when you’re deprived of your vision for extended periods of time. I did not know. I had a moment of ... not panic, but a combination of racing thoughts, physical overstimulation and feeling out of control. I needed to pump the breaks. HOLY SHIT! I took some breaths, tried to quiet things, and used a coaching technique from cycling which was to focus on a “single point of light” letting everything else move to the periphery. Again, crazy as it sounds, in my mind, I moved all the “HOLY SHIT!” chaos to the side and ahead of me in the black was that single point of light. Why was I causing me to have so many different feelings right now? I needed to break it down mentally. What did I know to be true? What concerned me? What didn’t I know? How would I check in with myself moving forward for however long this lasted? I knew that Ethan was a good person, a colleague, a friend. There had been no yellow flags, red flags, or signals of any kind that caused apprehension. Check. We had discussed our limits and non-negotiables and agreed to respect them without question. He had made clear his commitments regarding my physical safety. He asked for my consent and I gave it. I had an “emergency exit” if needed in the form of a safe word. Check. He had a strong relationship with his family, friends and community. He had a great job. We got along great. Check. I decided at that moment that I was going to trust Ethan fully and not continue to second guess what was happening. Check. There was also a lot I didn’t know: How long was this going to go on? What exactly was going on? Ethan had made comments that made me believe others might be involved at some point…who were these people? I decided then and there to honor my own commitment to what was happening, which was to participate. I hadn’t asked for any clarification about what would happen next, and I needed to get comfortable in the fact that I’d find out and be surprised as it occurred. I think I let go of any desire I had left to control at that moment. My final thought was about Ethan’s passion for BDSM, the BDSM community, and the values this community represents. He was vocal about it with family and friends and advocated further acceptance. It would not support Ethan’s goals regarding BDSM if I had a terrible experience. I wouldn’t participate again but beyond that, it would likely taint our friendship. Also, though I wasn’t part of the BDSM community, it would damage any sense of allyship I had. Everything continued to reinforce that I had nothing to worry about. He wanted to have fun and train me to be a good Submissive, perhaps pulling me further into a love of BDSM so we could more fully participate together. These thoughts and resolutions all occurred in my head as I was crouched in the Cage. It was like a mental whiteboarding session and Shamanic release ceremony rolled in to one, all while I was naked, in a dog cage, unable to move, and alone. I felt very relaxed and let out a large breath. I snapped out of my meditation when, while exhaling, I dropped my butt slightly towards my ankles, causing the anal beads to pull against the inside of my hole. It wasn’t painful, but it was significant enough to snap me back into consciousness. I then overcorrected, pushing my butt back up towards the top of the Cage, but also lunging forward slightly in the process, causing the Humbler to pull on my balls. I kept moving my body trying to find the right position but couldn’t. I was moving around in all positions but couldn’t quite find any position where I wasn’t being pulled on. Muffled by the ball gag still, I let out a frustrated grunt and moan partly from the sensations of being pulled two ways and part because I felt in that moment that I desperately needed Ethan’s dick inside me again. It took a few moments of small adjustments in all directions for me to regain the position I had been in. It was such a relief to not be battling the anal beads and the Humbler that I started to relax immediately, slowing my breathing and relaxing my muscles again. My mind began to wonder again. I could see black, a point of light. I could also feel my body. My mind and body felt connected. I started to pay attention to the sounds I was hearing. Occasionally, an airplane would fly overhead, sounding like it was descending into SeaTac. I could hear it through the screen door that led to the back yard. This made sense given where Ethan lived. I could hear cars passing by in the front of the house on the road every so often. The sound was faint and probably only audible because a window was open. One of the pipes in the kitchen made a whooshing sound irregularly. I stayed crouched in the Cage a bit longer when I heard the front door open and shut. "Hello, Boy, I'm back" Ethan said. "Hello, Sir" I said, muffled by the ball gag. There was no way the sound could be interpreted as words. I then heard the front door open and close again. Ethan had already made his way to the side of the cage. I could tell he was there, and this was confirmed when he opened the door to the cage, reached in, and rubbed my back gently. But I heard other footsteps. And the OH SHIT!s returned. OH SHIT!, there's another person. OH SHIT!, there's another person that's gonna see me in this Cage. OH SHIT!, what is this person here for? I AM FUCKED. Who is this person? OH SHIT!, I CANNOT SEE! OH SHIT!, why is no one saying anything, why is it so quiet? I was making some type of noise that was a combination of fast shallow breathing, moaning, and unintelligible sound to communicate I wanted out of the Cage. The other door to the Cage opened where my head was. Ethan removed the ball gag. "Did you miss me, Boy?" "Yes, sir, I missed you very much." "Okay, stay there while I get you squared away in the back. You think you can keep the anal beads in for now?" "Yes, sir." He detached the anal beads from the cage, took off the Humbler, and led me out of the cage. He told me I could stand up and stretch, and I did exactly that. It felt good to stand and move my body freely, something I hadn’t done for a while. “Let’s go back to the living room, Boy. I want to introduce you to someone.” I thought of what I must have looked like. Restraints on all my limbs, ball gag on my chin, collar on my neck. Nipple clamps. The end of a string of anal beads hanging from my hole. A cock ring and ball stretcher on my front side. And that was just the gear. My hair must have been disheveled, and my body coated with a sheen of sweat and lube. I cannot believe someone would be “meeting” me for the first time in this state. Still blindfolded, he led me to the living room and towards where I thought the couch was. He positioned me directly in front of what I could tell was another physical presence. I could hear this new person breathing so I knew he was seated on the coach or one of the chairs. Ethan pushed me down to my knees and pushed my torso forward until my head finally touched something…it felt like...my head was being placed in someone's crotch between their legs and they were wearing jeans. I could feel the soft scratchiness of denim against the side of my face and my nose and mouth. I could also faintly smell a masculine cologne or aftershave. "Say hello to your Daddy's good friend, Boy. This is Daddy's friend Jacob. Jacob likes a lot of the same things that we do, and he thought it would be fun to come over and hang out and play. Does that sound good, Boy?" "Yes, sir." "You wanna play, Jacob? We’ve got some work to do." "Absolutely." "Jacob, you said you had some lessons you thought you could teach Boy here and some new commands that he should learn. Wanna get started with his next round of training? I'm going to pop in and out of the kitchen while I make some snacks for us and Boy. But I can’t wait to watch this session.” Ethan left the room and entered the kitchen. I could hear him opening cupboards and pulling preparing whatever the “snacks” were going to be. At the same time, Jacob placed his hands on both sides of my head and pushed my torso back. I was now on my knees and fully upright, Jacob now standing in front of me. I heard him unzip his pants and pull them down, remove his shoes and toss them over to the left of both of us. His dick was apparently at the same level as my face because he slapped it across both of my cheeks multiple times. He grabbed the back of my head and pressed my nose into his pubic hair. He kept my head there while I breathed in the smell of his dick and balls and crotch. "Make sure you take a good whiff of my smell. I want you to remember it. It might come in handy. All good Submissives remember everything about their Dominants. Their smell, their taste, their feel, their voice…” "Yes, sir." I inhaled deeply, over and over. He then told me he was going to turn around so I could smell his hole. “Lean forward until you get your face between my ass cheeks and can smell it.” I was too slowly leaning forward because a few seconds later, he reached behind my head and pulled my face forward until my nose was right between his ass cheeks. I breathed in deeply again and could smell man. I loved it. I desperately wanted to stick my tongue out and bury it in his hole, but I stopped myself. I had learned that I am to do what is asked of me and speak when I was spoken to, not more. I had already received a punishment for doing something I wasn’t asked to do. If Jacob wanted me to lick his hole, I would do so without question. But without an invitation, I would probably receive a punishment, and I’d deserve it. He turned back around with his dick towards me, and smacked his dick across my face a couple of times, then leaned down a bit and with his mouth close to my ear said, “Open your mouth, Boy. I’m gonna teach you how to suck dick.”

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

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

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

Author's Note: If you've made it this far and have not read the Sorrowful Author's Note, please do. It adds important context to all chapters of this story. I started to move my hands more quickly across the Cage and attempt to figure out as much as I could about my new “home.” I wasn't sure what to think. I felt safe with Ethan, but in terms of Dom/Sub stuff this had now gone way past anything I had ever done. Normally it was just restraining someone and fucking... but living and “relaxing” in a dog cage? I was overwhelmed yet not worried...but my mind was trying to process things and wasn't really doing so good. Based on my assessment, the cage was large. Not large like it was a kennel where someone could move around, but suitable for a large sized dog. It was about 4-5 feet long, 3 feet wide, and maybe 3-4 feet tall. The sides and top were very open but certainly had enough metal to keep anything inside it inside. I had seen dog cages like this, so I had a general idea in my mind what it looked like. I hadn’t ever seen one that was large enough to hold a human inside…but this seemed large. I heard the door of the cage open. "What do you think, Boy, do you want to try it out? Get in your house, Boy. I'll help you." "Yes, Sir." He pressed me down to my knees and then forward into a crawl position. HOLY SHIT! “Good boy! I'm gonna put on your collar. This always stays on. When we go on walks, I'll put your leash on. When you're inside or in the yard, you can roam freely on your hands and knees. Sometimes, I'll let you stand up, but otherwise, you'll be on your hands and knees. Do you understand, Boy?” "Yes, sir." He must have crouched down because he used the opportunity to slap his dick across my face, presumably because I was about to be put in the Cage. He grabbed the back of the collar and led me crawling forward to the door of the Cage. He told me to be careful of the small lip I needed to crawl over and continued to lead me inside until I was fully inside the cage. "Try to move around, Boy, get used to your home." "Yes, sir." Now that I was inside, I could tell how big it was relative to my body. I could not stretch out my body. I had to stay in a crawl position or could cross my arms on the floor and put my head down on the floor of the Cage. Ethan opened the door on the other side of the Cage. “Boy, I’m putting a water bowl over here in the corner where your head is on the right side.” I couldn’t really tell where the water bowl was but there was only so much space for it. The Cage was like any other dog cage you could buy at a pet store. I moved my body side to side, tried to sit up to ascertain the space above me, and inched forward to find the water bowl to see how much room I had in front and behind me. I had about 4 inches on either side of my body, so there was no way for me to turn around and face the other direction. There were about 8 inches above me, so there was no chance of sitting up. There were 6-8 inches in front and behind me, maybe less. There was a pad on the floor of the cage that felt like neoprene or something waterproof, but it was thin and I could feel metal cage beneath the pad that made up the floor of the Cage. "How do you like your home, Boy? It’s your Boy-cave! Are you comfortable? I'll bring you some treats and a toy later for when you're in your cage. Don't worry, you won't be here all of the time, but when your Daddy has to go on an errand, or pick someone up, or whenever I want you to, you'll stay in the Cage. Do you understand, Boy?" "Yes, Sir." "I'll be right back. I need to grab your first toy." He walked away and presumably to the Trunk. He returned to the kitchen and set something on the kitchen table a few feet away. It was notable because it made an odd sound being set on the table. He moved back to the side of the cage. "Boy, I lied to you, you'll get your toy in just a few minutes but first I want to do some training. This will train you to have good form and to be obedient to me.” (I couldn’t what he was holding but he tapped it against the Cage a few times.) “It will teach you control and also remind you of the limits you must stay within. Are you ready, Boy?” I was moaning just from the sheer exhilaration of all of this. "Yes, sir." He moved to one end of the cage, where my hole was. I then felt more lube spread over my hole and fingered inside of it. He must have been on his knees given he was reaching inside of the Cage to do this. He began to insert what I instantly recognized as an anal bead into my hole – the shape was familiar as was the rubberized connection between the balls. I’ve played with several types of anal beads – some are all the same size, and some start out small and grow larger. Based on the small first ball, I was betting these were graduating and I was in for more and more hole stretching as he proceeded. He proceeded slowly but eventually got to the fifth and last ball. My hole was well worked at this point, but the fourth and fifth ball still required some focused relaxation. The shape of the balls alone makes them harder than a dildo or plug of the same size to take. He finally pushed the fifth ball inside. I felt like my head was going to explode from the intense sensation of having my guts filled with the anal beads and the stretching my hole was enduring. I groaned and then let out a huge breath. "There boy, that's step one. Are you ready for step two?" "Yes, sir" I responded, breathing quickly, feeling amazing and warm, the end of the anal beads dangling from my hole. I wondered “steps of what?” He then slid something that felt like wood between my legs, turned it to cross my legs, and began attaching a second piece to the first on the other side of my legs and .... around my balls? I couldn't really tell what was going on, I was moaning and panting, my balls were getting stretched between these pieces of wood. I had never seen a Humbler before, but I started to get a sense of what it did. If I were to try to get out of the position I was in on my knees and bent over, the Humber would pull on my balls, harder the more I tried to get out of that position. "Boy, this is meant to teach you obedience. If you try to get out of this position, it will continue to become more painful as it pulls on your balls. You and you alone are responsible for the pain you feel. Do you understand, Boy." "Yes, sir" I whimpered. It didn't hurt, but when I tried to make a small adjustment in my position, I already felt a noticeable pulling on my balls. "Boy, the final part is this, you also can't crouch down more. Right now, I'm attaching the anal beads to the top of the cage. If you try to crouch downward, it will tug on the anal beads inside you and pull against the inside of your hole." "Yes, sir." He walked to the side of the cage where my head was and opened the door on that side, reached in and put the ball gag back in my mouth. "I'll be back in a few, Boy. I've got a surprise for you. Stay here and be a good Boy and show me how good you're going to be for the rest of our time. I won't be far, don't worry." "Yes sir" I attempted to say through the ball bag. I heard him put on his clothes and exit the front door. I was immobilized, blind, speechless, my hole was stretched open, my balls were stretched...and I was in a cage I couldn't get out of. I had no idea how long I would be there. My mind raced with many thoughts: Ethan’s told me that my life would not be in danger…he did say that right? Did he say that? Yes, he said that...I can trust Ethan. He hasn't done anything to hurt me, he told me we were going to be Dom/Sub...maybe I just don't have enough experience. This is Dom/Sub type stuff...why would I worry? He told me I would be safe. I'm going to be alright. This is okay. When will he be back? I'm safe. The lack of ability to see anything combined with the silence, the confinement, the additional restraints preventing my movement without considerable and intense pain made my brain spin out of control until I told myself to breathe, in and out, counting my breaths. Three in, three out. Three in, three out. Over and over...I found some quiet and calm from the thoughts in my head. And then the brain kicks in again...then you breathe... HOLY SHIT, I have no clue what is going on... (TO BE CONTINUED....)

I recently began posted a series of blog posts telling the story of a very significant BDSM experience I had. You can read more here - new publications happening multiple times a week. In finally sitting down to write about this, it became clear to me how little I knew about BDSM overall. Like many, I had preconceived notions - whips and chains, spanking, bondage. That did not really describe my experience fully, yet I knew those involved in this experience with me were, in fact, very huge in the BDSM culture. I started to do research and learn more. I put together this Glossary to sit side by side with the Blog. It started to help me - make sure I was using the right terms. But if there are people who read the blog and you come across a term or Activity, this may help. It also explains the core Principles and Approaches. If you feel something is missing/omitted, or incorrect, please add a comment and I'll work to include. T&C UNIVERSE - BDSM Core Tenants, Belief Systems & Terminology

Author's Note: If you've made it this far and have not read the Author's Note, please do. It adds important context to all chapters of this story. PHEW! Sucking dick! I could breathe deep and relax a little. Of all the completely crazy things that had happened so far that were off the wall or new to me, sucking dick was something I could do with my eyes closed and my hands tied behind my back. Ironically or apropos that particular turn of phrase, my hands were chained behind my back, and I had a blindfold on. I opened my mouth instinctively, ready to wrap my lips around Jacob’s dick. I couldn’t tell exactly where his dick was though so I began to lean forward, hoping that I’d find his body then could find his dick. Trying to maintain balance with my hands behind my back and using only my abdominals was hard. I kept leaning forward anticipating when I’d reach his body. I felt a strong slap across my face. It wasn’t painful, but much harder than when Ethan had previously slapped me. “No one told you to do that, Boy. You will get fed my dick, I will fuck your mouth and throat, and you will choke on my dick when I want you to really feel it. I want you to stay just like that, Boy. Do you understand?” He had moved my body back to an upright position. HOLY SHIT! This is going to be harder than I thought. I was going to get a proper face fucking. This wasn’t gonna be some post-brunch pre-nap Sunday blowjob. My first thought was “I wonder how big his dick is” and then I realized I didn’t even know what Jacob looked like, let alone what his dick looked like. He said he was going to feed me his dick so I just opened my mouth as wide as I could and sat there, waiting. Seconds later I felt the tip of his dick rub against my lips, and he began moving the tip of his dick around my lips in circles, over and over. I could feel that he was precumming and that he was basically painting his precum all over my lips and face. I could taste it, I could smell it. I could feel the wetness of it on my face. He then put his dick in the center of my mouth and began pushing his dick in to my mouth. I was doing my best to keep my mouth as wide open as possible. He kept pushing his dick in slowly until my lips reached the base of his dick and the tip of his dick reached my throat and went down my throat just a bit. I gagged a bit because I didn’t expect him to go all the way in, buy he pulled out every so slight so I could adjust and parked the tip of his dick all the way at the back of my mouth at the border in to my throat. He stood almost perfectly still and let his dick just sit in my mouth and his dick head blocking my throat. “Wrap your lips around my dick, Boy.” I still was keeping my mouth fairly wide open because I didn’t know what was going to happen next. I closed my lips around his mouth and made small motions forward and backward like you would when sucking someone’s dick. His dick was on the thicker side, but manageable. He was above average in length, and if he wanted to, could get his dick further down my throat. The shaft of his dick was wider than it was tall…it was not perfectly cylindrical but slightly flatter…not in a weird way. Ethan chimed in from within the living room, close...I hadn't heard him even approach. "Fuck yeah, you choking our Boy with your dick? You like your lips wrapped around that dick and that nice fat head of his blocking your wind pipe, Boy?" I grunted, which was the only thing I could possible do. "I've got an idea! Get your dick out of Boy's mouth for a second, Jacob." Ethan said. He walked over to the trunk and then back to me. He removed the ball gag from around my head and it its place was...another gag? I couldn't really figure out what it was even after it was on my mouth. He tightened the strap behind my head. "Boy, close your mouth." I could not close my mouth. Something was holding it open and not just open but as open as my mouth could possibly be...like when you’re at the dentist. "What do you think, Jacob?" "Yeah, I think this works. Boy, you feel how your mouth feels right now, and how wide open it is?" (I made some type of noise.) "When I say, 'Boy, Open' that is called a command. Whether you are standing or on your knees or in your cage, you need to immediately open your mouth exactly like this and keep it open until told otherwise. Do you understand, Boy?" (I made some sort of sound intended to convey “Yes, sir!”) "We're gonna keep this spreader on you for right now, but you won't have it on you all the time, unless you fail to follow the command and open your mouth real wide, just like it is now. When your mouth is open like this, there will be probably be something that is pushed in your mouth after. It could be Daddy or my dick, it could be a toy, it could be anything. Let's practice with my dick." Jacob seemed rather chill as he started pushing his dick in to my mouth. Slowly pushing further and further in until it was right where it was before, the tip of his dick hitting the start of my throat. He rantly slowly pulled out, pushed in…for a minute or so. I was beginning to think this was far gentler than I had anticipated, given the gag that was holding my mouth wide open. Which is exactly when Jacob decided he had had enough of the relaxing dick massage I was giving him with my mouth. The speed and pace and aggression of him fucking my mouth increased instantaneously, just slightly slower than how a really aggressive top might fast-fuck the hell out of a bottom. In and out, over and over, jack hammering my mouth with his dick, frequently getting in so deep it hit the back of my throat. I could feel saliva dripping down my lips and down my chin, off of my chin and either hitting my chest or the floor. I made those choking and gurgling noises you sometimes hear when someone is sucking dick, and I kept trying to reach around and push his hips away from me to get a break, and he kept pushing them back behind my back. “Stop trying, Boy. You’re not stopping this.” Ethan, the stealth presence, grabbed the chain from the wrist cuffs and attached my wrists behind my back. He then attached the chain between my wrists to the chain between my ankles, immobilizing me further. Kinda like being in the cage, I was no longer to move much one way or the other and I couldn't use my hands to slow the action. Jacob continued pummeling his dick in to my mouth and I could feel my eyes watering and what looked like tears started rolling down my cheeks. "Check it out Ethan, Boy is crying because he can't handle a little bit of dick sucking. Or maybe he misses you. Wanna give it a go?" Ethan walked over to stand in front of me and shoved his dick all the way in slowly to the back. Instantly, I could taste that it had been in my butthole. Ethan’s dick tasted fresh, but had the unmistakable taste of even the cleanest butthole…or in this case, mine. He let his dick sit in my mouth for a moment and then begin throat fucking me just like Jacob. I drooled more out my mouth, my eyes watering while I choked every once in a while on his dick. "I think that's enough for now. Let me finish the snacks and Jacob, you teach him a few more commands and then we'll eat." Jacob proceeded to detach the various chains, told me to stand up, and removed the mouth gag/stretcher thing, and instantly replaced it with the ball gag. Over the next 10 minutes he taught me various maneuvers I would need to remember and perform flawlessly at all times. Upon hearing the command, I was to execute the maneuver immediately and I needed to be prepared to take the orders “from anyone.” The phrase “from anyone” caught my attention because it further reinforced what I had already suspected – there were more people joining at some point. The commands I learned were: · Boy, Down – the position that I had maintained in the Cage · Boy, Stand – I would stand upright, feet shoulder width apart, arms by my side · Boy, Crawl – on my hands and knees, eyes facing down · Boy, Kneel – on my knees, body upright, arms by my side Each of these commands could be modified. If I was told to be at “ATTENTION” my hands were to be clasped behind my back. If in the Crawl position, my head was to rise and my eyes to look forward. The command would sound like “Boy, Stand. Attention!” “At Ease” meant I was able to drop my arms/hands to the starting position, or lower my head in the Crawl position. Jacob walked me through each of these positions, one by one. I managed to get the hang of it really quickly. It was harder than it seems though – blindfolded and moving your body from standing to your knees to bent over touching the floor – when you can’t see anything it’s more challenging to maneuver your body. “Good job, Boy! There’s one more command you need to learn. And just remember also that you’re to obey these commands from anyone in this house. Do you understand?” “Yes, sir!” There were those words again – “from anyone” – I knew for sure there were others coming at some point. He proceeded to walk me across the room in the direction of the front door, if I had any sense of where I was at all. “Boy, Welcome!” was a command intended for when we were receiving guests at the front door. Upon the order, I was to go to a specific spot between the living room and entry way, kneel at Attention, and turn my head slightly towards where I thought the door was. Jacob was leading me to where I needed to go, but I had no idea how I would find this spot again. “You did a good job with your training, Boy. We need to see how good you remember these commands and keep proper form. You need to be perfect every time. And I think you know how we handle mistakes or worse, if you don’t follow the commands.” “Yes, sir!” I was still kneeling on the floor, Jacob seemed to walk away, I was blindfolded. I wasn’t told to do anything and I had no idea if I should move or just stay there. I checked in with myself and tried to estimate what time I thought it was. I had gotten there between 1p-2p…factoring everything that had gone on, I thought it must be somewhere around 6PM but I had absolutely no clue. It could just have easily been 4PM or 8PM. 6PM seemed a little late for a “snack” but honestly, the time made no difference. I was still in Welcome position at the door and I can hear things being moved around – more like plates and silverware being placed on the table. No one is in the room with me. A few minutes go by and I’m started when I hear KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK. From the kitchen Ethan says “Door is open, come on in!” I hear the door open, someone enter, shuffled foot steps and the door shut. I stay perfectly still. There is a new smell in the room, a masculine smell, but different than Ethan and Jacob. I was surprised how tuned in I was to smell at this point and realized I probably never would have noticed subtle differences had it not been for being completely blindfolded. The new person ran his fingers through my hair and kind of tussled it around, kind of like he was petting a dog with long hair. "Handsome Boy, isn't he? Has he been go so far?" the new person said, presumably speaking to Ethan or Jacob. Ethan and and Jacob both responded at the same time, talking over each other "For the most part" "Yeah, but lots more to learn." "You're just in time for snack time. Wanna grab this stuff and make a drink and we'll sit out side?" Presumably everyone grabbed the plates and the drinks and what not while I stayed there still in Welcome position. "Boy, COME....oh, you don't know that one yet, do you? Boy, that means you stand up and find your way to wherever I called you from. We'll work more on this later." I clumsily get off the floor, trying to remember where everything is. I find a wall and follow it around to the opening between the dining room and the kitchen to right about where the Cage is, then turn towards the main part of the kitchen and Ethan says, "Boy, Stop!" I instinctively stop and stand dead still. "Boy, Crawl!" I get on my hands and knees. I feel the leash being clipped to the back of my collar, and Ethan gives the lease a little tug and I follow after him. I go down one step, on to the lawn, and then my leash was attached to something else...one of the chairs maybe? "Boy, Down" - I assume the position like the one from the cage. Ethan puts something down in front of me, just in front of my head which is resting in the grass. "Boy, I made you a snack. It's in your dog bowl." "Yes, sir, thank you sir." I move forward just a little bit. The bowl is a similar type of bowl as my water bowl. Whatever was in it smelled good, but I couldn't see it or tell what it was. Here goes nothing, I'm legit eating out of a dog bowl...I bit into what seemed like a mound of rice? It was chicken and rice, all pulverized to tiny pieces so you could barely discern the two textures. There were some vegetables in it but I couldn’t tell what kind. It was not seasoned, at all...very bland. I ate it slowly because I wasn't sure if "snack" also meant dinner or if this was something else. The three guys carried on talking about shit while I ate my food and occasionally rested my head in the grass. At one point somebody dropped something off their plate and said “ah shit.” “Don’t worry, just toss it over to the Boy!” Something that felt like a cracker hit me on the shoulder and fell somewhere beside me. Everyone was having a great time laughing. I was constantly rock hard throughout this whole thing and my excitement was building. Even though I was eating out of a dog bowl on the grass chained up and blindfolded, I loved it. I had eaten as much as I was going to of the food and started to think how crazy this experience was – not because of what was happening, but because of how organized it was. Even things like knowing what commands to teach me, perhaps even the arrival of Jacob and this new person and the timing there. This started to feel more like a production than just some accidental fun-time. I was led inside by my leash in the the kitchen and the please was removed. I was still in Crawl position. No one said anything at all to me but all Ethan, Jacob and the new person went to the living room. I remember Ethan telling me that if I were left out of my cage with no leash that I was free to roam around as long as I stayed in crawling. I decided to give it a go and meandered in to the living room, trying not to hit anything. I was trying to get to where I thought the couch was and eventually I made it, after running in to a side table. I crawled up on to the couch and laid down to relax for a bit…as long as I could until whatever else started up. Nothing that had occurred had been too energetically challenging, but the mental, emotional, and physical impact had made me want to rest. I laid down and fell asleep. I’m glad I did because I’d come to find out that the day’s activities were not over.

Author's Note: If you've made it this far and have not read the Author's Note, please do. It adds important context to all chapters of this story. I stood silently, in the exact same spot, arms and hands by my side, blindfolded and gagged, wearing all my other gear…my armor. It’s hard to even say that I was “naked” given all the gear though I’m sure that’s how most would have described me. I stood in that spot, as still as I could be, for what felt like much longer but was probably closer to 10 to 15 minutes. My dick had developed a life of its own, occasionally getting a little bit harder and twitching – probably in anticipation of what would come next. During this time my hole was doing what every bottom’s freshly fucked hole does…send non-stop aggressive emergency alert messages to your brain saying, "NEED MORE LOADS!" Many many many more loads. Bottom’s always like to take loads, but if you haven’t recently (within the last 24 hours, week, whatever), the first one seems to trigger the insatiable hunger and unrelenting focus on getting more. Many many many more. Had I just gotten a load under other circumstances and not under the control of my Dominants, I’d be scouring the internet, my phone, texting fuck buddies, and identifying a plan to find more myself, but now, I was left merely to wait. My hole continued to pulse ever so slightly. I genuinely feel bad for the power tops and reluctant bottoms of the world that never feel this sensation in their life. It’s like a weird combination of heat and lust and ambition and drive and singular focus. There was movement all around me during this time -- items being moved and shuffled, dining room chairs placed in different locations. Something made of hollow metal got assembled but I had no idea what it was – it didn’t sound large enough to be a sling. Someone brought something up from the basement and must have hit the wall or door jamb doing so. "Oh damnit!" Jacob said...he must have been the one carrying whatever it was. The porno was back on but not very loud...Ethan and Jacob didn't speak much, at least that I could hear, but occasionally I'd here, "Like this you mean?" or "Try it there." I didn't know what was taking place. Someone lightly clapped their hands and Ethan said, "I think that's it. Let's turn on the other TV and the music." Two TVs? Music? There must be something happening involving other people, because there’d be no reason for two TVs and music… I continued to stand there, thinking about what I had heard. The furniture and chair movement – I assumed so it was more out of the way and would make space. The shutters in the living room had been closed since I arrived, but I thought I heard the shutters in the dining room close as well. Something large enough was brought up from the basement that it was difficult to maneuver through the narrow door…maybe a folding table like one you’d have at a party? I knew I was spiraling trying to imagine the possibilities so once again, reminded myself to just breathe… That lasted a few minutes until I heard some final sounds similar to what I had heard a while ago but did not recognize or identify. This time I thought I knew. I heard what sounding like plastic sheathing being dropped downward coming from the dining room. Putting two and two together, I realized that what I’d heard earlier was the same type of sheathing that I now guessed had been placed on the floor and secured with tape (I had heard tape being pulled off the roll). Now it sounded like they might be covering furniture. The show Dexter was in its heyday around this time and if you remember that show, plastic sheathing was regularly used for Dexter’s cleanup. Yes, my mind went there at that moment, but I quickly ignored the thought. This had to be something involving watersports…that’s the ONLY possible reason for this covering things up like this. But seriously, how much could really go down in someone’s house without it getting destroyed? I got pissed in on my bed once with sex sheets down and me holding as much piss in as I could, it was still something needing containment. Knowing Ethan though, he had thought this through. I’m taken immediately back to reality with another slap on my semi hard dick and I could tell both Ethan and Jacob were standing in front of me. It is crazy how lack of sight and the blindfold made it seem sometimes like what I was thinking in my head was real, because I could picture it so clearly…and it was only someone or something jolting me back to the physical world that made you realize you had been daydreaming. "Boy, we are going to start getting you ready, just the two of us. But shortly after we're done, there are going to be several more people joining us. We are not going to tell you who they are, whether you know them, whether we know them, or any information about them." Oh my god, "whether you know them" - it wouldn't be the first time I'd accidentally ended up at the same sex party as a friend, but not in my current circumstances. "Boy, do you remember when we talked about watersports?” (I shook my head yes and grunted.) “You started today liking watersports, and tomorrow you will not be able to live without them. It will become something you need and crave and can't live without. An obsession. That’s what tonight is all about.” I shook my head a few more times yes, vigorously, while trying to grunt enthusiastically. Someone reached around to my hole and began to pull the butt plug out that had been inside me. I had once again almost forgotten it was there. Applying a little more lube near the base, they continued pulling. This plug felt different going in and very different coming out. The widest part finally popped out, and I made a small yelping sound as my hole then settled on another ledge, stopping it from coming out further. The plug was pulled on more and my hole released two more additional tiers of the plug – not as wide as the first and getting smaller as it exited. I could picture the shape of the plug now. I was breathing heavy and panting – that ended up being more effort than I expected. I was led to the same bathroom as before and moved into the shower. I heard both Ethan and Jacob remove their clothes. A group shower? Yeah, right! We had just talked about watersports so I had a pretty good idea of what might come next. "Boy, Down!" Ethan demanded. His voice had grown much more assertive in just the last minute. The somewhat compassionate vibe from when my blindfold was off was gone. We were back to business. I got down on all fours and then lowered my arms and head towards the shower floor, raised my ass and pushed it back, giving the maximum access to my hole. I assumed the Down position…I was getting good at it. Ethan told me to move forward and guided my head to the corner of the shower which I assumed was so someone could be behind me. I could hear both stroking their dicks. I wasn’t just getting washed down with piss, I wasn’t just getting fucked…this was the perfect setup for what has become one of my favorite things to this day – I was going to get piss fucked. (Author’s note: at times like this, I have a certain "devious grin" I tend to make that some people have noticed. I couldn't grin then because of the gag, but while writing this section in 2025, I caught myself with the "devious grin.") "Boy, your hole has started to loosen up but you need to focus so you’re ready for what’s happening next! You need to loosen up your muscles and not grip our dicks at all unless we tell you to. We're gonna continue to fuck your hole open with whatever we need to until we can take a piss easily in your hole." Jacob said. He had moved into the shower behind me and onto his knees based on the direction his voice was coming from. The shower was a large rectangular glass enclosed shower, adequate for two people in these positions, but there wasn’t room for additional movement. Right in front of my head was the corner of the shower so I couldn’t move forward, and Jacob could easily stop me from moving left or right…I was pretty much stuck. It felt a little like the Cage. Jacob, like before, put his dick against the outside of my hole and traced the outside with his dick. And in a way that would become very familiar, he centered his dick on my hole and hesitated for just enough time so my anticipation could build. He’d only fucked me once at this point, so I didn’t know if he was always aggressive, switched things up or…. FUUUUCKK! Before I ever knew it, Jacob took a quick breath and lunged forward and sunk his dick completely. It couldn’t have taken more than 3 seconds. I tried to escape the onslaught of his dick by moving forward, but my head collided with the corner of the shower so there he was, balls deep inside of me. I felt the familiar feeling of my hole wrapped around the base of his dick. It did, absolutely, feel different than Alex’s. He kept himself all the way inside me, and the longer he stayed, the more I felt I could tell the difference. I had moaned extremely loudly when he entered and had resumed shallow breathing, panting to try to calm myself. Without the gag, I’m sure even the neighbors would have heard me. I felt my eyes water from the overwhelming sensation – thank God Ethan couldn’t see that. After being inside me and buried for a bit, he rotated his hips so that my hole continued to be opened. I was lightheaded and a little dizzy the way you are when you get a complete endorphin blast all at once. He began to fuck me very aggressively and every five strokes or so would continue to rotate his hips and work my hole open. I could feel myself opening up more and more. He wasted no time beginning to fuck me hard, this time every five strokes or so shoving most of the way in and then circling his hips so that it pulled on all edges of my hole. He had a pattern I could anticipate which helped me to start fucking him back a little bit. As this was happening, I was moaning and grunting like my body was being torn apart but in reality, I was enjoying it so much and hoping he wouldn’t stop. I kept reminding myself to breathe and relax…saying both words in my mind as he continued. He pulled out completely and just as quickly I had three fingers from each of his hands up inside me, again pulling my hole open towards opposite sides of my body. He was not messing around, using all his arm string. It felt great and then he replaced his fingers with his dick again, fucking me for a few minutes longer. "I gotta stop. You don't get my load yet, Boy." He pulled out and said to Ethan "Look at that..." " “Hell yeah, and we haven't really gotten started." I think at that moment I was thinking “if we haven’t started yet, then let’s fucking start already” – the bottom in me was turned up! Despite the energy of the situation, I honestly felt super relaxed compared to any other time I had been fucked in my life up to that point (which was a lot). I felt like those porno bottoms who literally can take a massive dick without so much as a dime size amount of lube, right from the jump – my hole was ready! I could still feel the slickness of Alex's loadI could certainly smell cum which, at this point, had to include Jacob's precum. My hole was in a Zen state – relaxed, ready, and energized. "Here comes!" Jacob said, just a few moments after he had pulled out. I felt a few initial drops and sprays of his warm piss hit the outside of my hole and my ass cheeks before he put his dick back inside, this time slower and gentler. He was nearly fully in when he let out a sigh/moan and just like that, it started. It felt warm and the feeling of it inside could not be ignored. It was so different than cum, which felt softer when it hits your insides. This felt sharper - not painful - just sharper. He went on for a while, and I thought he was finished but then he sigh/moaned again and even more started flowing into me. I wanted to say "Damn, sir, that's a lot of piss." Honestly, I didn't know how much it was compared to how it felt, but then it started to leak out of me and past his dick and I could feel it dribbling down my legs. Jacob let out another sigh/moan, I guess indicating he was done. “Oh Boy, how does that feel? You’ve got a hole filled with my piss. I want you to try gently wrapping your hole a little tighter around my dick…you’re gonna hold all this piss inside you and I don’t want any to come out.” I did as I was told, focusing very hard on controlling my hole around his dick. He very slowly removed his dick, little by little. It felt like I succeeded when he finally had his dick completely out. I didn’t feel any additional piss flow out of me. Jacob and Ethan seemed to shuffle positions quickly, because a few moments later, I felt Ethan's dick pressed up against my hole, already centered, and within 10 seconds of Jacob pulling out, Ethan was already inside of me. "I fucking love shoving my dick into a hole full of piss and fucking it out. Damn, so fucking hot." I groaned in agreement a few times "grrr grrr grrr." "That's so hot man, how's it feel?" Jacob was egging Ethan on. "Really fucking good, I could stay here forever but it's time to make sure he starts feeling and smelling like a pig who's obsessed with piss." While inside of me, I had the same feeling of knowing Ethan's dick compared to the others...I felt a difference. Jacob's dick was thicker overall top to bottom, so it forced me open more side to side. Ethan's was more cylindrical so it felt more equal around my entire hole. Alex’s was longer, wider at the base than at the top. Ethan shoved his dick in about 3/4 of the way and I could tell while he was pushing his dick in that he was already starting to piss in me. "Just keep making sure that hole is nice and relaxed Boy cuz I know you want this second bucket of piss inside you." I grunted again. He made a similar sound to Jacob and let out a sigh/moan as he continued to flood me. A small amount continued to trickle out of my hole, but nothing compared to what I could feel was going inside. I honestly wasn't sure how long it was going to go on. Occasionally the flow of piss would stop for a moment then start. And I felt this complicated sense of fullness and emptiness at the same time. When he finally finished, he didn't pull out. Instead, he started pumping his dick in and out of me, speeding up little by little until he started to pound me at a fairly aggressive speed with deep, long strokes. At this point, I still felt very relaxed but then realized that the flood gates had opened and there was piss splashing out of my hole from his dick thrusts and up on to my back, my legs, presumably all over Ethan....I felt some drops of piss hit my back and sides of my torso. He kept pounding pretty fast and hard, while at the same time taking deep breaths in and out and telling me to "relax" and I did and the more he continued to pump and the piss flew everywhere, the more relaxed I became. Ethan kept going and at a certain point, I felt considerably emptier than before and the piss-splash show had all but stopped. Ethan grunted and said, "That was fucking amazing. Good Boy, you learned how to relax your hole more. You did a good job so I'm gonna start you off with your first load of the night." He smacked my ass and then began fucking me fast and hard and very quickly he said, "I'm breeding your hole Boy. You're gonna get a fat load! Here goes." He grunted more and shot a load in me, buried deep in my hole up to his balls. I could feel the cum deposit, but it felt different now that all that piss had been in there. He pulled out quickly and got up. The smaller butt plug from earlier had re-appeared and slide easily in. "You're not taking a shower. Pat yourself dry with this towel and stand up." He threw a towel on my back and I stood up. He told me to pick up my feet one then the other, slid a jock strap on to my legs, and pulled it up and over my dick, adjusting it. We exited the bathroom and I could already smell the sweet smell of Ethan and Jacob's piss, starting to dry all over my body. The smell was intoxicating. It didn't smell like a public restroom - some combination of cleaning chemicals and stagnant urine and unclean surfaces. It smelled clean and crisp. I was still lightheaded and my body was very relaxed. I was euphoric – that’s the best word for it. I had played around with piss and even been piss fucked many times and so I was a bit surprised that I felt so present to how the experience felt, how I was so relaxed during it, and how the smell was just enchanting. During other experiences, there was more tension in the experience…lingering concern about the environment, who was around, whether I was okay to be around them smelling like I’d just been pissed in. Ethan was leading me across the room with his hand on my shoulder, and Jacob was on my other side. Ethan moved his hand briefly down and snapped the waistband of my jock, right above my hole and laughed, "You're gonna end up loving the smell of this jock by the end of the night Boy."

Standing at the bar I surveyed the offerings of the evening, which were pretty slim for a Friday night. Mostly old guys, not the younger twinks I was looking for. There were a couple I had already done that were desperate for a repeat, and why wouldn't they? I was a God. And I knew it. My name is Josh. I'm a prime piece of 18 (though my fake ID says otherwise) year old all American, blond haired, blue eyed fuck machine. 6'2" of smooth, tan, jock muscle with broad shoulders, hard pecs, narrow waist, washboard stomach, strong thighs, big calves, an amazing rock hard bubble butt, and the fattest 10 1/2" cock anyone would be more than grateful to worship. God damn I'm perfect. But like I said, I like those young leather twinks. Guys I can really lord my awesomeness over while I abuse and dominate them, making them beg for the mere privilege of being in my presence, and thank me while my horse cock rapes their hole like never before. However, I don't like repeats, even though they were desperate for me to take them again. Hell, everyone was desperate for me. Those old leather queens could barely keep their tongues in their mouths as they eyed my splendor, wishing I would give them the time of day. But they can look all they want, they ain't gettin! I took a fresh drink from the bartender and leaned my back against the bar, resting my elbows on the bar, sticking my chest out behind my open leather vest so they could get a good view of this perfect torso they'd never get to touch. One of the guys came up to the bar right next to me to get a drink. He was probably in his 50's, about my height. He wore a leather harness over his very hairy barrel chest. As he waited for his drink he leaned his bearded face into my ear and asked how things were going this evening. I turned my head away as I mumbled a response so he would know I wasn't interested. He just got his drink and went back to where he had been and stared at me. I just drank my drink and ordered another one. As I started my next drink, I started to feel strange, kind of light headed and dizzy. The feeling got stronger, so I figured I needed some fresh air and headed for the door. As I stumbled into the alley, I noticed the guy in the harness had followed me out. He came up to me and wrapped his arms around my chest just as everything went black. I started to come too with no idea where I was. As my foggy head started to clear the first thing I noticed was a rubber mask covering my head. It had plastic eye holes to see out and some kind of tube for breathing. I started to panic and scream and thrash around. That's when I realized I was constrained. It didn't take me long to realize I was in a sling. My arms and legs had been securely tied down so the only movement I could make was a little bit in my torso and my head as I thrashed and screamed. "Looks like my new toy is finally awake." I heard a voice say. "Now the fun can begin." I stared in horror as someone came up to my head. I could see he was holding some kind of glass pipe that he proceeded to light and inhale. The next thing I knew, my mask entirely filled with a thick, white smoke. I had no choice but to inhale it. I coughed a bit as it hit my lungs, but more and more kept comming. Quickly I felt waves ripple through my body as my heart sped up and my brain started to race. Next I noticed someone with a long, thin syringe that had no needle on it. It was filled with some kind of liquid. He proceeded to start to insert it into my ass and I started to panic again. I was a fucking top! I had never had anything in my ass before! But my feeble protests were to no avail. In it went and very soon I started to feel a kind of burning in my ass. Quickly the burning turned to desire. Fuck, my ass was wanting cock. What the hell was happening to me? I didn't have long to ponder my fate as I soon felt something hard pressing against my butthole. My cries of no did no good as I felt a hard cock slide into my virgin hole, spreading my asslips apart, ripping me open. I howeled as my rapist buried himself to the hilt and I felt his pubes grind against my flaming hole. I could hear the room erupt in cheers as this conquest was made. Dear God! How many men were here witnessing my downfall? I could hear all kinds of cameras going off as I took my first cock ever. Again I didn't have long to ponder before the man grabbed my legs and started pounding my ass as hard as he could. I just yelled and cried as I was brutally fucked by what had to be a big cock. He would pull it all the way out before slamming it back in to the hilt. I could feel it deep inside me, plundering past my prostate, opening me deep inside. Much to my shock, after about 5 minutes it started to feel different. It started to feel good. Instead of screaming I started grunting in pleasure. "Oh.......oh.......Oh........Oh." I grunted each time he buried it deep in me. After what seemed like half an hour of steady pounding the mask was removed from my head and someone held my up so I could see my rapist. It was the guy from the bar pounding me with a cock at least the same size as mine. "Look at me boy!" he ordered as he continued to ride me. "I want to see my new slaves face as I breed him for the first time!" With that, he buried himself as deep as he could and pumped me full of his hot cum. I could feel his cock pulse deep in my guts as I got my first breeding ever. When he finished, he pulled out and moved to my head. I could see his cock covered in cum, blood, and some shit. Without a word he just rammed it into my panting mouth and forced me to clean everything off of it. Then again, without a word he started to piss in my mouth. I was shocked and choked and gagged as he emptied himself straight down my throat, but I had no choice but to swallow or drown. He didn't pull out till he was empty. Leaning down into my ear he whispered,"Welcome to your new life, jockboy. You will be the nastiest slut in this city before I'm done with you." My cock hardened at his words.......

Author's Note: If you've made it this far and have not read the Author's Note, please do. It adds important context to all chapters of this story. I woke up laying in the fetal position, naked except for all of the gear. I was in the post-nap fog which was amplified by the fact that I was blindfolded and had no sense of time. I knew I had slept but had no idea how long. I knew there was a blanket laying over the back of the couch so I nuzzled it with my nose then used my mouth to bite it and pull it down on top of me. Between being locked in the Cage, eating food out of a dog bowl, and now using my mouth to bite on a blanket and pull it – these things by themselves made me feel for a moment that I actually was a dog...that I was Ethan and Jacob's pet. I had a wave of giddy happiness, like when a dog is pet, praised, and then given a bone. I was happy and comfortable laying on the couch, and I could tell I was going to fall back asleep. As I started to fall asleep, I thought briefly about what might be coming next and then stopped myself, recognizing it wasn’t worthwhile to try and predict what was coming next. I thought again about how well choreographed everything had been so far, and how both Jacob and the new guy all seemed to already know what was happening – they both entered the situation with no hesitation and seemed familiar to know that Ethan had a “Boy.” It felt planned and practiced, like a top tier Broadway play. It felt like they were doing this as a team together. I had organized sex parties before of varying sizes – some very successful, some not as much. But those parties were about combining the right group of compatible guys at the same time, nothing that required scripting and physical movement and anything other than lube, sexy toys, and porn. If they had planned this, they had already put in a lot of work for this to just be a 24-hour fuck session... The planning and orchestration demonstrated made me realize that the session was probably not ending tonight and maybe not even tomorrow night. That thought did not make me feel stressed or anxious. In fact, accepting it could be so made me relax. And with that, I fell asleep again. I woke up some time later and was surprised to find Ethan with his hand on my hip, rubbing me gently (like he was petting me). I could feel the presence of Jacob and the new person, and I imagined they were sitting in the two chairs on either end of the couch. There was a commercial playing on the TV, and after it ended, another commercial: "Coming up on King 5 at 11..." - it wasn't 11PM for sure, but they were teasing the 11PM broadcast of the news which meant it had to be later than the 5:30-6:30P evening broadcast, so it was sometime between 6:30P and 11PM. So, I had been there at minimum 5 hours and no more than 10. It was reassuring simply to understand how much time had elapsed. "Boy, do you need to use the restroom or clean up?" I realized at this exact moment that I still had the anal beads in my hole. I instantly felt them inside me and enjoyed the fullness of having them in me. FUCK! They had been in for enough time that it was probably good for me to go rinse off and shower. "Sir, may I take a shower please and remove the anal beads for now?" "Yes, boy. Let me take you to the shower." He grabbed me by the collar and pulled me on to my feet, gave me permission to walk to the shower with him, but grabbed me by the collar and more than gently pulled/dragged me the direction he wanted to go. We got into the bathroom and Ethan shut the door. He removed all the restraint gear including my blindfold, and even though all I could see was the bathroom, it was the first thing I had seen in hours, and I was a bit overwhelmed just trying to focus my eyes. The bathroom had nothing in it. No pictures or art. No clock. No window. It was weird to look around and see things again – not just imagine what might be in front of me. I also noticed how differently I moved while I was getting into the shower, compared to how I moved blindfolded – I moved somewhat cautiously and used my hands to find surfaces, much like I did blindfolded. "Be as quick as you can, we're just getting going." Ethan exited the bathroom and shut the door behind him. There was a Shower Shot installed. I stood under the water for a moment and just enjoyed the warmth of the water flowing over my body. I was waking up, energized from my nap. I began to remove the anal beads slowly, the first to come out is always the largest and most challenging. Bending over, I pulled slowly, feeling my hole stretch open to allow the ball to pass. I groaned loudly when it came out. Now unmuffled by the ball gag, I’m sure my Dominants all heard the sound I made. In the time I had been asleep, my hole had started to tighten again, making removing that first large ball incredibly intense. My dick was getting hard and I spent a few moments stroking my dick, something I had not done in quite a while. I removed the remainder of the anal beads slowly, one by one, each time pausing slowly to recover. Despite the fact they were decreasing in size, each one felt significant and the sensations were intense. My hole felt completely empty now that all the anal beads were removed. Empty in a way that I did not like and hoped wouldn’t last long. I reached my hands around while I was bent over and fingered my hole with both hands, put two fingers in from each hand and pulled my hole apart, and ran my fingers over the outside of my hole to see what it felt like. Progress had been made. This is the type of hole that belongs to a Submissive who’s being trained. I douched, then showered and dried off. Ethan had laid out all of the restraints on the counter neatly, and just as I stepped out of the shower, Ethan entered the bathroom. I then saw on the counter that all of the restraints had been laid out neatly on the counter. With the same precision and speed he demonstrated before, Ethan had all the restraints back on me in no time. It would have taken me five times as long to do what he did. There was one item missing, however – the ball gag. I hadn’t noticed but there was a new one that was on the counter. I looked at it and immediately noticed that it was the same as design as the ball gag, but instead of the ball, there was a small dildo and leather panel. The dildo wasn’t large enough to be used in your hole, but I was already anticipating how it might feel locked into your mouth. I had a feeling that despite its seemingly small size, this gag was not going to be a walk in the park. I was right. The curved shape of the dildo plus its size did exactly what Jacob's dick had done earlier – fill my mouth and then stop just show of going down your throat and causing you to choke. The base of the dildo was almost like a bite-guard which forced you to wrap your lips around it and then bite down. A leather panel covered the entirely of your mouth. Once on, I could breathe through my mouth, but it was more difficult. I had seen things like this online, but it was the first time I had ever experienced one. The last thing to go on was the blindfold. Ethan shoved two fingers in my still slightly wet hole and I heard him then suck on his fingers. He grabbed my arm and started walking me towards the living room. As we were walking, I had a fleeting thought that – as much as I had enjoyed the shower and being able to see -- I actually enjoyed how I felt with all of my gear. I felt comfortable walking in to the room, looking this way, feeling this way. For all I knew there could be even more people in the living room waiting, but I wasn’t worried about that. My gear was starting to become an armor of sorts. I was walking into the room feeling proud for what I’d already done and excited for what was to come. “I am Boy” I thought, wanting to grin but blocked by the gag. I am Boy…I AM Boy! "Boy, kneel!" I dropped to my knees and Jacob came up behind me, pushing my torso forward until my face touched the ground. He maneuvered my arms inside my legs and moved my body position until my wrists and ankles were next to each other. I was tucked in to a tight “ball" shape and had no support for my torso, so my head rest on the ground. Jacob attached all the chains, including connecting my wrists to my ankles. “Try to move, Boy” I grunted agreement and then tried to move. I could move slightly in any direction but most important, any attempt to move my body forward and pull away from whatever or whoever was using my hole was stopped by the chains and the restraints. I was able to lift my head up off the floor and sit up slightly, but otherwise, could not stop my hole from getting used. "Boy has got a nice hole. We’re off to a good start, Boy, but we need to get you prepared. This hole has a lot of potential but you’re not winning any trophies yet. You want to be the best don’t you, Boy?” Jacob sounded happy and excited, but also serious. I grunted again, nodding my head in agreement. Jacob rubbed his fingers over the outside of my hole and just barely pushed a few fingers in then pulled out. I could feel his face get close to my hole, I could feel his breath. He then blew on the outside of my hole a few times, making it quiver and tingle. He finished by spitting on my hole as I heard someone else walk towards us. It was the new guy: "I gotta fuck that hole open for you guys. You know I like them worked over. Boy, you ready to make this a Grade A cumhole that guys will remember?" My grunting sounded ridiculous at this point. I heard the sounds of Ethan’s shoes on the floor, walking closer to where we were. He must have gotten behind me and in front of Jacob, because he landed two hard slaps, one on each ass cheek. I groaned as loudly as I had up to this point, the sting radiating through my body. I am sure there were red hand marks left. I was enjoying the escalation of intensity I was experiencing. It felt challenging, but considered and thoughtful – they were pushing me hard and aggressively, but not so far or too fast that I wouldn’t be able to go the distance. If we were already at this point, how much further would we be by tomorrow at this time? My dick got hard thinking of the possibilities. One of the people behind me backed away, and I heard the electric-din of a TV turning on. Immediately, I could hear the sounds of a gay porn. I could tell from the sounds it was a gang-bang scene. Yes, I’ve watched enough porn to know that from the audio alone. Whoever was left behind me at this point pumped out some additional lube and rubbed the cool gel all over my hole, fingering it in once again. At the same time that was happening, it must have been someone else who was reaching underneath me to pull and yank on my dick and balls. Yes, it was two people – I could feel at least three hands, but I honestly didn’t know whose hands they were. "Let's flip him, go grab that towel." That was Jacob. I can hear a towel being shaken open to my left, closer to the area rug and coffee table that sat in front of the couch. Jacob and another person picked me up from either side, lifted me and rolled me to my back, and placed me on top of the towel. They must both be very strong, because they seemed to flip me around and move me like I was a turkey being moved from one pan to the other. Someone got behind me, up to my hole, and put their dick on my hole. “Nah, he’s too low to the ground. We can’t fuck him like this. What if we put him on the ottoman?” I was not consulted but my opinion didn’t matter. Someone brought over the ottoman and within moments, the towel was removed from underneath me and I was lifted up from the ground and on to the ottoman. “Fuck yeah! That’s perfect!” said the new guy. I could imagine what it must have looked like – my body compacted tightly into a ball, ass and hole exposed, on top of the ottoman waiting for whatever was coming my way. The hands from earlier that had been pulling on my dick and balls started to do so again. I was moaning and feeling incredible. I heard another pump of lube and again my hole was lubricated, right before I felt the tip of someone’s dick right at the center of my hole. With the sound of the porno playing and my dick and balls being pulled on, I wondered if they were going to go hard or ease me into what was next. I let out a sigh and then took a breath – it wasn’t easy breathing deeply with the dildo gag in my mouth. FAAAAHUUUCK! I got my answer as to how they’d start with my breeding. In seconds, whoever’s dick had gone from just outside my hole to balls deep, buried so fast and so deep I screamed – though you couldn’t tell due to the gag. It was the most unrelenting and unapologetic way I’ve ever been entered by someone in my life. I could not believe how intense it was. Thankfully, whoever it was kept their dick buried in me for a moment to let me get used to the girth at the base of his dick. I could tell that this must be the new guy. The base of his dick felt different than both Ethan and Jacob’s. As I had this realization, Ethan asked the new guy “how does our Boy feel?” “So fucking good!” the new guy responded. Jacob responded with “Fuckin’ A…loved fucking our Boy’s hole. Enjoy. Oh…Boy…by the way, the dick inside of you right now belongs to our friend Alex. He’s just like you, me, Ethan… and just so you know, Alex and I have been really looking forward to meeting our new Boy.” “Hi Boy, we’re going to make sure you get really well trained and used. Does my dick feel good in you right now? Can’t wait to give you my load and mark you.” Alex spoke to me for the first time directly. I grunted and shook my head and briefly tightened my hole muscles around Alex’s dick Alex let out a low guttural moan and then began fucking me with long, medium speed strokes. I think his dick must be longer than Ethan and Jacob’s because when he would push all the way in, I definitely felt it more and would moan loudly. My back arched and I focused on relaxing my muscles. I could feel sweat form on my forehead and just as I had hoped for, my hole felt filled again I was opening up for Alex, but as Alex promised, he was going to work me hard. He pulled all the way out, then shoved his dick all the way in, over and over and over again, each time ravaging my hole and making me go insane. Every stroke in he had to blast through my hole and into my guts. I moaned loudly, though no one could really hear the intensity of my screams muffled by the gag. It felt amazing. He continued this as we both got louder and louder. My guts felt absolutely filled with his dick. He then pulled out and replaced his dick with his fingers, starting with three from each hand, pulling my hole apart in both directions. Alex wanted to see a slutty gaped hole, and he was going to do his best to get one. "How's it going in there?" Alex yelled towards the kitchen, I think. "Almost done" replied either Ethan or Jacob, I couldn't tell. I could hear what sounded like the Cage moving but beyond that, my brain was overwhelmed with sensation, and I was unable to really isolate any one thing. Alex had his dick in me again, except this time when he shoved it into me, I could tell the work on my hole had paid off. I was able to consume his dick with less effort, while enjoying it just as much. He began fucking me at normal speed, always making sure to get as deep as possible. The same set of hand as before was back and had reached under me and grabbed my dick and balls, pulling both forward. Ethan entered the room and said, “Fuck yeah, how’s his hole? You get some good work done? He’s gonna need to be ready for later.” Later? I wonder what’s later. I’ve already had three dicks in me, plenty of fingers, toys. If my hole needed even more of a warmup, whatever was coming had to be big. “It looks fucking great, it feels fucking great, he’s getting there.” Jacob had let go of my balls and dick and moved behind me, next to Alex. I groaned in agreement, but I don’t know if they could hear me or cared. Alex kept fucking me. I was feeling that awesome feeling that bottoms love - the fullness of having a dick in your hole and the anticipation of getting a nice fat load shot inside. If I didn't have the gag in my mouth, I'd have been begging for his cum. He kept going for several more minutes and then he started to go a bit faster, moan a little faster, and Alex said, "I'm going to cum in your hole. I'm gonna cum in your fucking hole Boy." Balls deep with one last stroke he buried his dick all the way and I felt the unmistakable feeling of his hot cumload hitting the insides of my hole while his dick pulsated inside of me. He kept thrusting forward, trying to make sure he was as deep as he could be. He laid forward, the weight of his torso crushing me slightly. He thrust into me again pushing as deep into me as possible while his dick continued to pulse. He was shaking, I was shaking, I could feel the sweat on my forehead, I could feel my hole twitch. It had been worked open quite a bit more and was continuing to progress from tight asshole to loose cumdump. He began to slowly pull out. "You keep your hole wrapped tight around my dick while I pull out. That seed is staying up inside you. You don’t let go of a single drop" I made another grunting sound. Jacob and Ethan at this point made no comment or sounds and so I wasn't sure if they'd left the room and if so, when. The timeline was getting fuzzy. "Alex, can you get him un-tied and on to his feet or do you need help?" "Nope, I got it." Before untying me, he grabbed another plug (different from the one before). I could hear the lube pump and then the tip of the plug touched my hole. He began pushing the plug inside of my hole, allowing it to first break through and then removing it. He then in three pushes managed to insert the plug fully, the base resting against the outside of my hole. I would have screamed without the gag – my hole had been taking a beating, the last of which ended mere moments ago. Beyond that, this plug seemed unusual. It didn’t feel particularly large or particularly lengthy. But the intensity of feeling when inserted all the way was more than I expected. Alex got me on me on my feet and walked me across the room into the kitchen. When we walked into the kitchen, I could feel the presence of Ethan and Jacob. "I can't wait to fuck Boy's hole again. I thought you said he was a cumdump. That shit feels tighter than a cumdump should be. I did my best but it’s time to work him the fuck out." Alex said, then "I'm out, gotta get back home but I'll be back. Text me later. See you guys soon." Alex grabbed my dick and pulled on it, slapped it, slapped me gently on the ass, and said "Good start, Boy. But you got a lot more to do.” I just stood there for a second and wasn't sure what was next. A few moments later, my harness was removed and not replaced, the leather blindfold was replaced with another blindfold made of something that left slick and synthetic. I still was unable to see anything at all. The dildo gag was replaced with something different as well. It was much easier to breathe with the new gag. It had a similar “bite grip” at the base, but the gag itself felt like an open tube which extended out from my face, then back in to my mouth, stopping before my throat. It kept my mouth open the same way. The ankle and wrist restraints were also removed and as they were being taken off, Ethan said, "This is your first opportunity to show you can control yourself. You need to maintain your body positions as if the restraints are still on. So, if we position you a certain way, it's your job to keep your body that way." "Yes, sir!" (which sounded more like I was gurgling mouthwash than saying words) "It's time for your next lesson, Boy. Jacob, do you think he's ready for this?" I tried to make an agreeable and enthusiastic sound. "Probably not but I'm betting on the Boy." Jacob said, both of them laughing again while they left me there standing, naked. I could hear things moving around in the kitchen where I was standing but also in the living room. I had no idea what was being moved, and I had no idea why. I stood there salivating over the thought of having Alex's load in my hole, the second person that day that had been inside me who I had never seen. I felt really good and just kept hoping there were more loads to come...many many many more loads.

Author's Note 1: If you've made it this far and have not read the Author's Note, please do. It adds important context to all chapters of this story. Authors Note 2: While writing The Trunk and the Cage, I reached about this point where I started to recognize there was a strong emotional connection forming between myself and both Ethan and Jacob, and to a smaller degree Alex. Within these first five or so hours, there had been small moments where I think we all sensed it. It's not like the Dominants stopped being Dominant, or I stopped being the Submissive - but there were microscopic moments where that connection would show up. None of us discussed this particular emotional part of the experience until after the event was over, but when we did discuss, realized we had all been feeling the same things. As I wrote the remainder of the chapters, I felt that inserting an emotional connection point early on in the shower would start to demonstrate the connection they were feeling, in a way that couldn't be done while describing the event itself. This chapter contains no sex. I hope you, reader, began to sense the emotional connection between Ethan, Jacob, and the Boy, including how they supported each other and found joy in each other's company. The following dialog occurred almost entirely between Ethan and Jason. Jacob was in the room observing. ---------------------------- "Boy, how’re you doing? I'm going to take the gag and blindfold off for just a minute. I want you to stay looking straight ahead. Don’t turn your head in any direction. Do not look around the room or anywhere unless I tell you to. I’m going to ask you questions and you can answer freely." Ethan brought me back to an alert state. "Sir, this is incredible. I’m overwhelmed, but that’s a terrible word because I mean overwhelmed in the very best way. I feel like my senses are heightened, sir. I think something about being blindfolded and not being able to see has made me have extra awareness. When you took the blindfold off in the bathroom, I think I might have been able to move more confidently blindfolded than with my sight restored.” I was getting excited being able to speak openly and show my gratitude for the experience. I took a deep breath trying to organize my thoughts. I didn’t want to waste this opportunity to speak freely. “I like how strong you all are in how you handle me. It’s aggressive, powerful, and firm. I don’t feel like you’re taking it easy on me, you’re challenging me, but you’re not trying to break me. I feel well taken care of sir, and safe.” Jacob was standing just on the periphery of my line of site, and I saw he had a small grin on his face, presumably from the effusive word-vomit phrase I was spewing at him and Ethan. “It's weird not knowing what's happening or what time it is or what comes next or how long this is going to last, but I’m looking forward to it, Sir. Oh! And I have more than gotten used to all the gear, and I actually really like it. I was thinking earlier when we left the shower that I felt like I had my “armor” on. Thank you both for including me, Sirs.” Ethan looked satisfied but didn’t reveal much of an emotional response to what I had said. "Good Boy. I know we talked about limits as well as non-negotiable no-go activities. We're about to start coming up on some of those limits. Both Jacob and I have the same extremely high limits and very few no-go activities. You have high limits, too and few restrictions.” On one hand, the fact that we were all compatible with regard to limits and activities was reassuring we could have fun together, but on the other hand, it meant there really weren’t any guardrails to contain the action that would happen next. Ethan continued. “We all like watersports. We don’t mind fucking around with random anonymous guys. We like toys and gear. You have not and will not use a condom like Jacob, I’m flexible if a bottom or top demands. You want as many of the loads available inside your hole. I think we’re all beginning to understand each other more and more and that will continue. Do you remember your safe word, Boy?" "Yes sir. Dishwasher sir." I briefly tried to glance at the dishwasher, it happened automatically, and Ethan caught it the second it standard to happen. "NO NO BOY!! Eyes right here, like I told you." "Sorry Sir." "So, like I said, we're gonna start pushing some limits, some of them over and over. It's going to be very overstimulating in a lot of ways, and like you said, with the blindfold on, you're probably going to experience things differently than the blindfold were off. I imagine some of these things you’ve one before, but they may feel different this time. That's why the sense and sound can be so important to you. Can you imagine in your head what me, Alex, and Jacob all smell like individually, Boy?" I sat there for a second and thought of it, and honestly, I could smell both Ethan and Jacob in the room, and I could think about Alex and smell him too. It was almost like an image in my brain, but the image made a smell. In my black space I could see in my mind, each of their smells were a different shape and color and when I focused on Ethan’s shape, I could smell him. Sounds crazy, I know. "Sir, I think so. I did notice that you all smelled masculine, clean, and any fragrance you all had was extremely light. All of you smelled very different but I don’t think I would have noticed the difference outside of having the blindfold on and feeling amplified in this experience, Sir.” "Good Boy. Do you remember what my dick felt like inside of your hole? Do you remember what Jacob's felt like inside of your mouth?" "I do, sir. They are different shapes and thicknesses. About the same length, I think, but Jacob's head is slightly larger. Your dick is more round at the shaft and Jacob's is slightly flat top and bottom." "Interesting. Those are very good observations. Tell me some other things you’ve observed." (He asked Jacob to go to the living room and mute the porno.) "Do you recall any interesting sounds that you heard while you have been here, whether it was really quiet like now, or when we had the TV on, or when you were getting fucked?" I thought for a second...I had noticed a lot of sounds, but I hadn’t really thought about any patterns I’d seen. "Sir, when it's quiet, there's a really faint electrical buzz that comes from where the TV is. When I was in Welcome position by the door, there was a "ticking" sound like a clock coming from the dining room, I think. But I don’t remember seeing a block and a dining room would be an odd place to have a clock. I don’t know what the ticking sound is.” “When I was in the cage in the kitchen and you left, I remember two things. There was a really faint "whoosh" sound that happened every so often...every couple of minutes that sounded like it was coming from a pipe under the sink. And the screen door to the back yard was left open, so I could clearly hear the planes that flew overhead. I think that's all, sir. Oh, there's a floorboard that creaks going from the living room to the kitchen, closer to the right side if you're walking in to the kitchen. That's all, sir." "That's fucking awesome, Boy. Keep paying attention to those sounds and anything new you observe, and if you still hear them when it's noisier or if you hear different things. It may be quite a bit noisier here soon." Ethan continued, "Boy, you did good. And now it's time to go back to being my Submissive and my Pet. I just want to say one last thing which is, the reason these things are all important - smell, shape, sound, touch - is because you are going to continue to be blindfolded most of the time. And when you are asked to do certain things, you may need to learn to find your way using your other senses. “You may also need to find me, Jacob, or Alex, and by moving around, you may be able to pick up on our smell if you need help or assistance or water or whatever. Knowing how our dicks feel and soon taste is going to be important because we are not the only three people that are going to be inside of you moving forward." "Cumdumps like you sometimes get a bad name in certain circles, and sometimes you make fun of yourselves for not caring what dick you're getting. 'No dick refused, no loads refused.' It's so fucking hot you're like that, and I am too and so are Jacob and Alex. And this is the least 'helpful' thing to be learned here, but I want you to notice how you may begin to see how different things feel different when they are used to fuck your holes.” "Thank you, sir." He put the blindfold back down over my eyes and the gag back into my mouth and playfully smacked me across the face with one hand while pulling on the chain connecting the nipple clamps with the other. He pulled repeatedly and released, increasing the strength of each pull and my dick got hard fast. He smacked my dick hard and then yanked on my balls - the cock ring and ball stretcher were still on. It had only been about 5 hours (I wasn't sure) of being in this bizarre situation with someone I knew as a friend, and two people I had never met before. In some ways, I was totally vulnerable but strangely, after what had just transpired with these guys, I felt a sense of safety, an established and deepening sense of trust, and I was really excited about what was going to come next. "The Boy is ready for the next step," Ethan said, smacking my dick hard one last time before walking out of the room. “Boy, you know how I just said how all of us like watersports? It’s time to deepen that relationship.”

I obviously love being a cumdump slut taking loads, serving men, and can get into many different kinks. However, as time goes by, its way more enticing and exciting to be controlled, bound, and serve CNC style. I know its very rare to find people interested in that; aka owning, using, and sharing a bounded object for others to use. As an example, better than being a cumdump, is being tied up and hooded with holes exposed for all to use, no escape and no control. Or instead of serving at the local gloryhole, being chained, bound, and locked inside the booth, stuck up against the wall(s) with no escape until master allows it. Overall being told when, where, and who to serve. I know this is rare for guys to be into this scene, but wanted to post this to see if there are others into this or if I’m indeed weird?

This aggressive top guy at a local university wants to rough brush my hole. I’m into the idea cause he is so aggressive/masc/tatted etc. But he told me “it will be brutal” if I let him. And I’ll be restrained. anyone have experience with this? How bad is it?

This story is based loosely on some experiences that I have had with fuck-buds of mine... The character Daniel is based on a Mechanical Fitter I used to work with on a mine site in Western Australia - very cute, very lean, lithe body. Approximately 6'2", probably 180#. Duncan is based on a hot concreter I knew. I love guys who lay concrete - it is hard work and the accumulated sweat from a day in the hot Queensland sun is heaven. Most of the work is done wearing gumboots, so the guys effectively stand in an ankle deep puddle of their own sweat for most of the day. To say that their socks are a little piggy's idea of heaven is an understatement. Duncan is around 6'1" tall and about 185# The character Alister is based on an Australian CrossFit athlete who features prominently in my spank bank... He is 5'11", probably around 220# of pure muscle; and the sight of his hot body dripping sweat during his workouts is enough to make me swoon! So, the experiences are loosely based on some sessions I hae enjoyed with mates, the characters are guys I have met and lusted after!! This is actually my first story - so I hope it meets your expectations! Daniel did not play regularly. As a tradesman (tradie) on a mine site in remote areas of Western Australia, he did not have any opportunity whilst away from home; and the regular drug screening at work kept him on the straight and narrow. So he only played a couple of times a year; and tended to let himself off the leash in a spectacular fashion when he did. He had arranged to meet a regular fuck-bud of his, Duncan, and his partner Alister in Brisbane for a long weekend of partying. He spent a good few hours cleaning himself out, trimming his pubes, and generally getting excited about the next few days. He even prepped a few rigs in anticipation of the coming session. He arrived at the appointed time to find Al and Dunc prepared with the sling set up and some hardcore porn playing on the big screen. He quickly stripped off and hopped into the sling - both Duncan and Alister loved the fact that Daniel was a total bottom slut and the start of their sessions always involved them working Dan over with their toys before inviting a few guys around to take advantage of Dan's tight body. Duncan and Alister spent some time getting Dan bound tight with the sling's restraints. He was now totally exposed and at the mercy of the other two who quickly tied a tourniquet around his bicep, found a good vein, and delivered 0.2g of pure heaven into Dan's body. Dan felt the heat travel up and down his body. For some reason, he never coughed; but the rush he was feeling was incredible and all that he wanted was something in his ass... And quickly! Alister complied by shoving his cock deep into Dan's ass - pile driving as the spun out tradie was lost in the rush. As with most play sessions, however, nobody was really in a state to top (ain't that a bitch?) and so Dan and Alister brought out the toys that they knew Dan craved. It started with a blindfold and a gas mask - first, Alister used a rank pair of sweaty underwear to blindfold Dan. Then, he fitted a gas mask to Dan's face and fed some poppers through the tube, making Dan breathe deeply. Once he had taken ten good huffs of the poppers, some clover tit clamps were attached to Dan's nubs, causing him to moan deeply and writhe in his bonds. With the mask no longer required, Alister grabbed a pair of socks that he had worn that day on site, gagging Dan with the rank, damp items. He had put some crushed ice cubes into the socks too. As the ice melted, it combined with the sweat crusted in the socks; and Dan was forced to swallow the salty brew while his body was being worked over. While the trio was waiting for Dan's nips to become numb, Alister and Duncan started to attach dozens of small clamps along Dan's ribcage, around his taint, his cock and balls, outlining his pecs, down his legs, on his fingers, his earlobes, his toes - pretty much anywhere they would attach. Soon, Dan's entire body was a mass of clips and clamps, giving him a delicious mixture of erotic pleasure and pain. By this time, Dan's nipples were numbed by the clamps. Alister and Duncan knew that they needed to be quick with the next bit... They detached the clamps, causing Dan to moan. As the blood was rushing into his deadened tits, they attached some suction cups to them, making the blood rush into the nipples even faster. The pain was exquisite and Dan was in heaven. To help him along, the other two sprayed some maximum on a rag and let Dan take a few huffs of that to get him more spun out. <to be continued?>

I'm a human urinal and cumdump. Fill my mouth full and my belly

This is part 1 of a new series. The first part contains no sex and is a setup for more to come. I promise that the lack of sex in this part will be heavily compensated for in parts to come. For now, enjoy reading 🙂 -- Part 1 Growing up, it was just my dad (Baxter Sloan), me (Joseph Sloan) and my older brother (Samuel Sloan). Mom left soon after I was born to marry some rich guy who loved her but didn't want the add-on baggage of 2 kids. So, the responsibility to raise me and my brother fell on my dad, who did the best he could to provide for us. My dad was only 21 when Sam was born and being a young single dad, he was a very involved parent. From a young age, I was an exemplary student. By the time I was 12, I was already in high school and graduated at 15 as a valedictorian. I started college soon after and graduated at 19 with a degree in software engineering with minors in business and statistics. While in my senior year, I started working on a project which became a business when I graduated. After expanding my business over the next few years, I finally sold it when I was 25 for a 9 figure number. Needless to say, I was set for life at this point. But after selling my company, I started experiencing a slump. Success, while wonderful, can also lead you to wonder if there's more than just money and power. Don't get me wrong, it's great to have both but having tasted both, I needed more. In some ways, I was experiencing a pre-midlife crisis at 25 which led me to make the decision that would change everything. I decided to head home to see my family whom I hadn't seen in over 5 years. -- When I left for college, I'd make it a point to come home twice a year to visit dad and Sam. In my senior year, the workload from school and my project prevented me from traveling home and after graduation, the singular focus to make my business work made me ignore my family. We'd still talk but I was distant and more engrossed with my work than listening to dad talk about small town life and his business. I figured as long as I sent nice gifts on Christmas, things would be all right. Before you judge me, you should know that I had a reason to be distant with my family. When I was 15 I came out to my dad who didn't take it very well. He didn't say anything much and kept his distance. I did it a few days before I left for junior year to avoid any awkwardness but his response to it really drove a wedge between us. My brother was cool with it, which was my only respite. Over the last 2 years I had spoken to dad twice and Sam a couple of times, so things weren't exactly very familial between us. Going home after all this time was going to be awkward but I needed to do this. I had nothing going on for me and I figured being home for sometime would give me perspective on my next steps and it'd be nice to go back to my hometown after over a decade away. -- When my flight landed at the airport, I wasn't expecting Sam to be there waiting for me. A little background on Sam- I had last seen him 5 years ago. At the time he was a lean toned guy, working in my dad's plumbing business and looking like every small-town dude who enjoyed the relaxed life and to whom the world at large started and ended within the confines of the town. He was smart too but he didn't put in the effort at school and was happy to start working for dad when he graduated. Not that dad was complaining. I think dad was happy to have one kid at home, even if he would never admit it. They were extremely similar too, which was why dad and Sam had a stronger bond than me and dad. The Sam standing in front of me outside the airport looked nothing like the Sam I remembered. This Sam was a beast. At 6'0, he was approximately 220 pounds of muscle. Wide chest, thick arms and legs, a thick neck and a buzzcut, gave him the appearance of someone you didn't want to fuck with. In just a t-shirt and shorts, both a size too tight for his frame, he was a walking wet dream. The second he saw me, he rushed over and gave me a giant bear hug. Almost lifting me off my feet, he pulled me in for a long hug while rubbing my back. When he finally let me go, his hand slipped down a little and grazed against my butt. "Holy fuck Sam, you look so different man," I exclaimed, finding it harder to not stare and drool at him. "Hahaha, yeah been a while you've seen me little bro. Looks good doesn't it," saying this, he flexed his left arm at me. I'm not sure how his sleeves didn't just rip off but they looked awfully close to, judging by the bulk of his bicep and tricep. Not wanting to stare and freak him out, I nudged him playfully and asked him where he was parked. In 10 minutes, we were on our way to the farm. The drive to our farm would take a little over 2 hours. Once we hit the road, we started catching up with each other. Sam asked me a lot of questions about my work and my life, revealing very little of his own. While we were chatting, I finally took a good look at my brother and started to observe some interesting things. At first glance, it wasn't obvious but through the confines of his shirt, I could make out his large nipples. I wasn't sure but they looked pierced, based on the tiny lumps on either side of each nipple. Tattoos filled every part of the exposed skin on his arms, leading up to his neck and sliding inwards towards his chest. A padlock chain on his collar with an actual lock, hung from his neck. Without being obvious, I took a sneak peek at his crotch and holy fuck, was that thing massively bulging. Whether this was natural or a sock stuffed in, it was hard to say but it sure was impressive. It was so weird how turned on I was by my big brother. I needed to keep it in check but his very presence was making it very difficult. "So how's dad? Has been a while since I last saw him?" I asked, changing the subject. I needed a distraction and this was the best and only way to do so. "Dad's great. He's so psyched to see you. Keeps telling everyone about you coming home." That made me feel guilty. All this time, I thought he wasn't particularly happy about me so to find out how happy he was to see me again did made me feel bad about ignoring him. "Hey, you okay dude?" my brother asked, observing the guilt on my face. "Yeah its fine. Just...never mind." An awkward silence followed us for the next hour of driving until we finally pulled up to our house. The house that I remembered from last time was not the house I came back to. For one thing, there was now an actual 7 feet wall surrounding the place with an electronic gate. The rusty beaten down path leading from the road to the house had been replaced with an actual functional driveway. The house itself had been freshly painted and possibly renovated, making it look actually nice and kinda classy (given the surroundings). "Whoa, what happened to the Sloan pad?" I asked in disbelief to a visibly grinning Sam. "A lot has changed Joe, you'll see for yourself," he remarked. While we were pulling out my stuff from the car, the front door opened and out walked my dad. If the changed Sam had been a surprise, my dad was a shock. 5 years ago, my dad was a lean 6'4 guy with a clean shaved face and a cap on his head at all times. The man in front of me looked nothing like the man I remembered. He had ballooned up to become a muscle daddy. His body was absolutely massive with everything as wide as it could be. He had a bit of a muscle gut but it suited him. What was more shocking was the way he was dressed up. Gone were the flannel shirts and denims. In front of me was a man wearing tight shorts and a sleeveless vest, with the front completely open. On his chest were 2 very visibly protruding nipple piercings that had caused them to puff out obscenely. My dad was an extremely hirsute guy (always has been) but I could make out some tattoos on his skin as well. "There's my boy," dad rumbled and practically jumped over to where I was standing. He grabbed me in a hug and lifted me off the ground, smashing our chests together. His grip was tight enough to cause my lean muscular body to be absorbed into his bulk, smushing every part of us together. I was impressed, given that I take after my dad and stand at 6'2, which he easily lifted like I was paper. While we were hugging, I could smell the strong smell of sweat, beer and smoke on him, making me a little horny. I had to fight every instinct to not get aroused in front of dad, but it wasn't easy. "Hey dad, long time no see," I said as he let me go and dropped me to the ground. Without responding, dad hugged me again, only this time he sniffled and shook a little. Watching my formerly emotionally steady father cry out of happiness was not what I was expecting. We stood there for half a minute until he composed himself and detached. "A'ight, lets get you in boy" dad said, grabbing one of my things and started to walk towards the house. Sam and I followed him inside, which had changed significantly since I had last seen it. Before, it looked like a bachelor pad with things lying around, packets of easy-made food on the kitchen counter and empty bottles in the corner. Now, it was completely clean with a leather couch in the center, nicely done wallpapers and actual furniture. "What happened here? You guys won a lottery or something?" I was in shock, how did dad and Sam manage all this with their small town plumbing business. My dad let out a big laugh and slapped my back. "All in good time son, for now wash up and come downstairs. We have things to discuss." His tone meant business and even though I was an almost 26 year old successful former business owner, I felt like a ten year old boy that had to do what dad said. Sam helped me carry my stuff upstairs to my old room and left me in there. Normally, I'd take my time to wash up. But dad had meant business when he told me to come downstairs and I had questions of my own. How was their life so different and how were they so different all of a sudden? It made no sense and I needed answers. --- An hour later, the 3 of us were downstairs in the living area drinking beer. Dad and Sam were on either side of the couch while I was sitting opposite them. Dad was worried I was in trouble which is why I had reached out to them. When I told him that wasn't the case and I was just here to figure out my next steps, he looked relieved. He asked me point blank how long was I intending to stay. Unsure of what he wanted to hear, I told them I'd be here for no more than 10 days. "Hell no boy. You come back after 5 years and all you give me is 10 lousy days. You ain't leaving before the months up," my dad laid down the law. By the serious expression on his face, I knew better than to counter. Truthfully, I was relieved. Part of me needed time to figure things out and having a month's time to do so would be perfect. The conversation moved on to other things before I ended up asking about the house and the renovations. On doing so, my dad and my brother shared a look before my dad said anything. "Son, there are things you need to know about us." I kept quiet, letting him continue whatever he needed to tell me. "But first, I wanted to say how sorry I am for how I was when ya told me you were gay." That was a big surprise, considering I never imagined him feeling any remorse. He continued, "you should know, it wasn't because you were gay. Couldn't care less about that. I was just surprised you know, by how brave you were. Braver than your old man could ever be." For the second time that day, I saw my dad cry. Before I could do anything, Sam slid next to him and pulled dad in for a hug. Dad grabbed Sam in his arms and broke down, while Sam gently held him and let him vent it out. If it wasn't my dad and my brother, I'd think they were lovers. It took my dad a few minutes to compose himself, before he sat back up, took a deep breath and stared right into my eyes. "Son, I'm gay too. And so is your brother."

I had been waiting patiently for my sons 18th birthday. It was finally almost here. Two more days. Two more days till he would finally be of some use to me. Until now the pathetic little emo brat had been nothing but a burden. But in two days he would finally start fufilling some purpose and no longer be a total waste of his daddy's cum. Granted, I had only had to look after him for the last two years, but it was a hassell. I knocked his mother up when were 17. I tried to make her get an abortion, but her parents wouldn't let her. Some religious bullshit reason. When I was 18, I was sent to prison for 15 years for armed robbery trying to get money to take care of the "accident". So yea I blamed him for being incarerated. Prison changes you. I entered as a teenage punk and left a hardened ex-con. The first five years I was a prison bitch, owned by the toughest fucker in the joint. He claimed me the second day I was in there, raping me in the showers. For five years I gave up my pussy to him and anyone he sold me to. Then he got shanked in the yard. Another guy tried to claim me, but I was older, wiser, and stronger. I fought for myself this time, and earned some respect. Soon I had my own prison pussy, a scrawny little bitch. I owned him until I was released. When I got out, I was able to find a shitty job and managed to find a dump of a trailer to live in. That's when the bitch showed up on my steps with our kid and his suitcase. She just dumped him with me and took off with some bikers. I could have just kicked him out on the street, but he was my blood. And like I said, prison changes you. I had developed a taste of hot boy ass, and the power of owning it. So I took him in knowing he'd be legal in two years. Now the wait was almost over. The cumstain had no idea what his future was going to hold for him. I had been planning and preparing for this day. I had saved up and bought a state of the art digital camera, knowing it was an investment for what I was going to make off the boy. The morning of his birthday, he came out to the living room to find me sitting in my chair, smoking, wearing just a pair of dirty boxerbreifs, my chest and arms of prison tatoos on full display. He started to get some cereal in the kitchen, but I called him over. "Its your birthday son," I started. "I have a little present for you." I handed him a glass pipe with some crystals in it. Now, I know he's done drugs. I've smelled pot and alcohol on him many times. But I don't know what else he's done. I knew he knew what I had just handed him. "Go ahead son, you're a man now. Join Daddy in a smoke." He was a little hesitant, but I pushed it up to his lips and lit a lighter, melting the crystals. He took a big bit, coughing out a large white cloud. "Go ahead, take another one son." I encouraged him. He took another big hit, not coughing so much. I kept encouraging him to take more, and the dumb bitch didn't even realize I wasn't hitting it. After his 6th big hit, the pipe was empty and he flopped back on the couch. I knew he was flying, and I knew it was time for his real present. He wasn't wearing a shirt or shoes, so it was really easy to rip his jeans and underwear off of him. "What the fuck Dad?" he started, but a couple hard slaps across his face silenced him. "Shut the fuck up boy!" I ordered him. "The free ride is over. From now on you're going to earn your existence!" His skinny,pale body was no match for my pumped up muscles. I had had him naked and on his stomach before he knew what hit him. Ripping off my shorts I lined up my hard 8 inch cock up to his hole, and spit a couple loogies on my dick for lube. Holding his shoulders down I forced my cock in his virgin hole as hard as I could. He howled as I breached his ass ring, pushing my mushroom head into him and continuing till I was buried to my balls. I felt a warm wetness surround my cock as his cherry was ripped apart. He thrashed and cried beneath me begging for me to stop. I just started fucking him hard and deep, loving the red that covered my dick everytime I pulled out. God damn it was nice to have some hot boy ass again! I was going to make him a great whore. I pulled all the way out, looking at his busted open pussy, red oozing out of it, and rammed back in to the hilt, causing more howling from the cunt. I just kept on pounding his new pussy over and over. Eventually he quieted down and actually started moaning, and soon was pushing his ass back on me. "That's right boy. Ride your daddy's cock. Feel good boy? That's the cock that made your worthless life bitch. But now you have a purpose! You're going to be my whore and make daddy lots of money!" He just moaned beneath me as I talked dirty to him. "That's right bitch, moan for me. I know your faggot ass loves it. This is why you were born! Now take my cum. Take your daddy's cum in your whore cunt!" I pumped my son full of my cum as his pussy milked me dry, sucking my sperm deep in his guts. When I finished breeding his new cunt, I unloaded with a torrent of piss, making him my urinal. "Don't worry about school, I said, pulling out of him as his ravaged hole leaked piss and cum, "you won't be going there anymore. You'll be too busy working for me!" I turned off the camera knowing I had something totally hot to sell on the internet.

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Part 1 Intro and beginning Nico has been Tony's slave for years, they had met when Nico was still married to his wife at a party of mutual friends. Nico was 24 y at that time and had already become a father at a young age as he had a son of 5 y, Tony was 30 at that time. They had gotten talking that night and Tony who is a dominant bear and pozz master had immediately fallen under the spell of Nico's appearance and wanted to transform him into his pozz live-in slave. Tony who radiated all male dominance had many loose contacts but did not yet have a permanent resident slave and Nico looked just perfect. Only he was straight and was married. But that didn't stop Tony from taking his chance anyway. After the first contact at the party, he made sure they became close friends with no more. Once the bond was established and his wife also accepted him as her husband's friend, Tony could begin his plan to transform Nico. He invited Nico to a boys' weekend at his weekend house in the woods. Nico, of course, didn't say no to that. Who would say no to a men's weekend without women. But that weekend turned Nico's life completely upside down, because Tony had serious plans for Nico. The first night Tony still put his feelers out Nico who was unaware of Tony's intentions and Tony realized that Nico needed a bigger push to be transformed. The second night Tony hit his target, in a subtle way he drugged Nico, allowing him to begin Nico's transformation that night, that night was also the first night Nico had received a cock both in his mouth and in his ass. After that weekend Nico was completely confused because all that had happened on the men's weekend he had not expected at all and he was completely in knots with himself. He broke off contact with Tony and tried to put the weekend out of his mind, but to no avail. The event had changed him and had awakened something in him and after a few weeks Nico contacted Tony again. Tony had given Nico some time to process everything, but was waiting for Nico to contact him back. Because he knew Nico would come back to him for more. Nico met with Tony and told him he didn't know what was going on with him since that weekend. He could no longer have sex with his wife without thinking about Tony and how it felt to feel his cock in his ass. Tony knew he had Nico where he wanted him. Tony told him that he wanted to help him with his feelings and that he wanted him to bring out his true nature. Although Nico was apprehensive about this, he agreed to explore his feelings further. Tony taught him the pleasures of male love and of submissive life as a slave. He also introduced him to Miss Tina, G, K It wasn't long before he was completely upside down with Tony and he was addicted to cock, cum and Miss Tina. Tony then presented him with a choice, either stop what they were doing, or Nico divorced his wife, and he came to live with him as his slave. Tony would have complete control over him, and Tony would then also make him Pozz as he should be at his new status as a full-fledged slut and slave. Nico needed some time to reflect because it was it would be a very drastic change in his life. It was not only leaving his wife and child but also becoming pozz. Tony gave Nico some time to sort everything out and make his choice and Tony decided that he didn't want to see Nico until he made his decision. Nico was once again in a knot with himself and for the first few days did not know what to do. Things were also going downhill at home because his wife also felt that something was wrong and that something had changed in their relationship. Nico longed more and more for Tony. He wanted to be with him, to be able to serve him and to be indulged by his heavenly cock. One evening when the little one was in his bed, Nico sat down next to his wife and confessed everything, telling of all that had happened with Tony and how he longed for Tony. He also said that he had filed for divorce and that he was going to live with Tony. That same evening Nico left for Tony and when he got there he showed him the divorce papers and told him that he had chosen him and that he wanted to give his life to him and become his pozz slave. Tony let him in and turned Nico into a real slave, he shaved Nico completely, caged his cock, and infected him with his toxic seed that very night. For Tony had specifically stopped his medication and had become contagious again so that he could engage his future slave. Nico's life looked completely different. Before, he could go wherever he wanted. But since his decision, that had completely changed. Now he was only allowed to do what his master told him to do. He was allowed to go to work, run errands and come home. If he wanted to do other things he needed Tony's permission to do so. Nico had no trouble accepting his new life and felt good in his new role. Regularly they went out and Nico was lent to Tony's masters friends, or gang bang sessions were held at home with Nico offering his pussy to the group. When Nico's divorce was finalized, he saw his wife and child again for the first time. His wife was shocked to see him because Nico was completely transformed. It was a different man standing in front of her. Custody was completely for his ex-wife and Nico had to pay her child support every month until his son turned 18 y. That was also the last time Nico saw both his wife and his son. Because Nico was now fully absorbed in his new life. So this story is not about Nico's transformation because we could be very brief about that. The story starts 14 y later. Nico heard the doorbell, although he was not expecting anyone he went to the door and looked to see who was ringing. He looked somewhat surprised and also somewhat intrigued when he saw in front of his door the back of a young man carrying a suitcase. The boy turned around and Nico's eyes began to twinkle when he saw the handsome young apparition. N: can I help you young man. Dylan: hello dad Nick's mouth fell open, he hadn't expected this at all. N: uh, Dylan D: yes dad it's me. Can I come live here for a while mom threw me out. Nick was completely floored. That handsome figure in his doorway was none other than his son whom he had not seen for 14 years. It had to be him because you could see the similarities to both his mother and him. N: Euh, yes come in for a moment son. T: Who is that honey. N: My son. Nico took Dylan into the living room, Dylan sat down at the table and Nico came and sat across from him. N: Man you have grown up big time. A grin appeared on Dylan's face. D: Yeah little boys grow up dad Nico couldn't take his eyes off his handsome son. Deep down he was proud that he had brought such a handsome young man into the world. N: tell me what happened that your mother threw you out. D: to make a long story short, things hadn't been going well between us for a long time, and the arrival of her new boyfriend didn't do much good to that. Two days ago we had a fight and then she threw me out. N: ok, and how did you end up here. D: I had seen your address on one of the bank statements once when you were still paying child support. N: ok I get it and you thought I'll go check with my father to see if I can crash there for a while. D: something like that yeah. N: do you have a plan? Are you going to work already, or are you still going to study. D: I don't really have a plan no. I'm not going to continue studying. If you can help me get a job, I won't say no to that. But right now I mainly need a roof over my head. N: I don't know if I will be able to help you son. I don't know if you know my situation, but this is not my home. I live here but I am not alone and I don't know if my partner will be ok with this. N: honey can you come over here for a moment. Tony who had been sitting in the kitchen listening to the conversation between father and son entered the living room. Dylan did hear from his mother that his father had left her for a man. Because when she talked about his father, she always talked about sissy or fag or brown-noser. Still, Dylan was startled by the Tony's appearance. Dylan always had an image of an effeminate man before him that his father had left for. But Tony was completely the opposite. Tony was a head taller than himself, hugely muscular, had a shaved head and looked dominant. Not the type you would expect him to be gay, let alone laugh with. Should you run into him in a dark alley you would rather hope he didn't knock you around. Dylan gulped for a moment after getting a good look at Tony. Tony came up behind Nico and put his hands on Nico's shoulders. The way Tony took hold of his father's shoulders was a little odd to Dylan. It was like Tony was above his father and his father was subordinate to him. T: tell me. N: this is my son Dylan and he is looking for a place to live for a while because he was thrown out by my ex. T: and he wants to come and live here I suppose. Dylan started blushing and nodded. N: yeah that's actually the question. Tony looked at Dylan for a moment and already saw the possibilities but didn't let his hand look into . T: you know your father and I are gay and I fuck your father in his pussy almost daily. Dylan was startled by the harsh way Tony spoke and he nodded. T: do you have a problem with that boy. D: no T: didn't you learn any manners from your mother boy. Surely I won't have to re-educate you like I once did with your father. Nico sat somewhat uncomfortably shifting in his chair. Although he and Tony actually had a good normal relationship he was still Tony's sub and was used to Tony's dominant side, it still made him feel weird to have to share this with his son. D: sorry, no sir. T: So you won't have a problem with hearing your father moan when I fuck him or seeing or hearing us doing it. Because your dad worships my dirty cock NIco although looking a little uncomfortable still closed his eyes and bit his lip in horniness at hearing the word cock. D: no sir. T: and you're not going to hold back because your son lives here bitch. Nico turned red in his face as the big word was out. Nico hesitated for a moment. T: well, do you have to think about that for so long. N: sorry sir, no sir I won't hold back. T: well then. Then I see no reason why your son can't come and live here for a while. T: if you help out in the household and don't lie here lounging all day then you can stay here until you can stand on your own two feet. D: thank you sir. I'll make sure I don't cause any trouble. T: it is to be hoped. Dylan felt a huge burden fall off his shoulders, but also had a strange feeling about the whole situation. Although he was still a virgin himself, he had watched enough porn to know that his father was Tony's sub and could already get a good idea of what the two of them were doing. N: May I show him his room honey. T: You may. Give him the room next to the toilet. Nico looked strangely at Tony for a moment and then nodded. N: come Dylan follow me then I'll show you where you can sleep. Nico took Dylan to his room and then left Dylan alone so he could unpack his clothes. N: when you are ready and have calmed down for a while you just have to come to the kitchen ok. D: ok thank you Nico sent a message to the nr he still had from his ex hoping she still had the same nr to let them know their son was with them. Almost immediately he got a message back that it was good to know he was with him. Nico was actually looking forward to getting to know his son better because he hadn't seen him for years he didn't really know anything about his son. Dylan came downstairs and sat down with his father. The first moments were a little awkward but after a few hours they both felt like it had never been any different. After all, Nico was his father and the blood bond made everything go very naturally. For the first few days Dylan did hear when Tony fucked his father. But somewhere he realized that this was not everything and that they were probably still holding back so as not to scare him directly. Dylan slept at the end of the hallway, the room just off the toilet, and across from his room there was another room, but it was locked. He had an inkling, but did not ask himself further questions of what was in the room. As the first week drew to a close and Dylan was already feeling right at home, Tony mentioned at the table in the evening that a group of men would be coming this weekend to have a sex party. T: so you have 3 options, 1 you make sure you're not here then you shouldn't have to face it. 2 you stay here and you stay in your room, you don't care and we leave each other alone or 3 you stay here and you join in. The choice is yours. Dylan was startled for a moment and didn't know what to do. It was already 1 thing to live with his father and his master and hear them busy sometimes but a group of men who would come here for a weekend to fuck, he didn't know if he was ready for that yet. But what choice did he have, he had no money to spend the weekend somewhere else nor did he have a car he could get away with or friends he could visit. So he was doomed to stay in his room for the weekend. D: since I have no money or can go away I will stay in my room if you don't mind. T: it's up to you, I've warned you. Things will be brisk and we are not going to hold back because you are here. Got it. And if you feel like coming along and offering your ass you are certainly welcome. Dylan was still impressed by Tony's tough talk and dominance. But he nodded affirmatively. He was also startled by the last thing Tony told him, to offer his ass. That was the last thing on his mind. It was one thing to live with his gay father and stepfather and hear them busy but getting his own ass fucked, never. By noon the next day the bell rang. Both his father and Tony were nowhere to be seen, so Dylan opened the door. Dylan was startled when he saw the two men standing there, one had a leather suit on and the other was half naked and had a harness on, around his neck was a collar to which a chain was attached and when Dylan looked a little lower he saw that the submissive of the two only had a jockstrap on. Dylan had to swallow for a moment. D: come on in Tony and my dad will be here right away. Master 1: Your dad, said the unknown master. I didn't know Tony's slave had a son. The man inspected Dylan with his eyes and when he stepped inside he squeezed Dylan's shoulder. M: You're welcome to join us. Will you join us later Dylan replied as fast as he could. D: no, I'm not joining. I'm living here temporarily until I can stand on my own two feet. M: that's very unfortunate. I would have liked to fuck your cunt open otherwise. Dylan turned red in his face and had to swallow again. Tony came out of the living room and that was the signal for Dylan to disappear. Dylan went to his room locked the door, took out his headphones and started watching some series on the laptop his father had given him. This weekend couldn't be over soon enough he thought to himself. After a few episodes, Dylan took off his headphones for a moment to hear if the party had started and he couldn't believe his ears. He heard the sound of flesh slapping against each other, the sound of someone getting chatter, moans, lots of moans. The moans came from everywhere and there had to be at least 10 people busy with each other. He also heard someone shouting blow nice clouds, slam him and also heard someone shouting take my dirty babies slut. Dylan put the head phone back on as fast as he could and tried to forget all he had heard, but he couldn't. The sound haunted his mind and intrigued him. Although he had a slight distaste for what his father was doing, yet there was something inside him that wanted to know what was going on outside. At first he tried to suppress it but after a few hours he could no longer suppress his curiosity. Again he took off his headphones and turned them off. He heard nothing or at least almost nothing. Would the party be over already he thought. Dylan carefully opened his door. The room door in front of him was also open and his mouth fell open. It was a fully furnished room and in the room there were 3 men. One was lying tied up in a sling his ass looked red and there was something black in his ass. Another was lying tied over a couch and a machine was pushing a dildo up his ass the whole time and another was hanging from a crotch and was full of clothespins. All 3 men were blindfolded and had a ball in their mouths and they were definitely under the influence of drugs because all they did was moan lightly. She didn't even notice that Dylan had carefully entered the room. There was a pungent smell in the room that Dylan couldn't bring home, because he had never had sex before, he couldn't know that this was the typical smell that sex brings, although he was a little in shock from what he had just seen, yet somewhere the smell excited him. Dylan heard that the others were in the living room and chatting. As quickly as he could, he went first to the bathroom and then carefully made his way to the kitchen, hoping no one would hear him. When he got to the kitchen no one was there and he could now clearly hear the others busy in the living room. He heard 5 different voices. But surely there had to have been other people there because he heard someone shouting, suck bitch and swallow my dirty load. Dylan could not believe his ears and quickly took something to drink and wanted to go back to his room, but at that moment his father came into the kitchen. Dylan was startled because his father was completely naked, outside of a suit of armor and his penis cage. Dylan had not seen his father like this before. He was obviously also under the influence of drugs because his eyes were wide open and he had a hazy look. D: sorry dad, I will go back to my room soon. Nico winked at his son, he looked at his sons crotch and bit his lower lip. N: it looks like your cock wants to be sucked too. Dylan looked a little funny at his father because he didn't immediately know what he meant and then looked down and noticed that his dick had been causing a serious tent in his boxer shorts the whole time. Dylan was embarrassed and hurried back to his room and locked the door again. Not much later, he heard the men coming into the playroom again to begin the next session. Dylan noticed that his cock was starting to get stiff again. Although he was still shocked, yet for some reason it had to excite him. Again he heard the men say terms like blow clouds and give him a slam. Dylan could no longer contain himself and searched the Internet for what the terms meant. It wasn't long before he knew what the terms meant and what drugs they were using. Again, Dylan was in shock, but for some reason he still felt something welling up deep inside. Dylan tried to sleep and repress the thoughts he was having. It didn't work at first but after more than an hour of turning and turning in his bed, he did find sleep. When he woke up at noon the next day it was completely quiet in the house. Would everyone be gone he wondered. He came out of his room and the playroom was closed again, his father and Tony's room was also closed and when he came into the living room he saw the devastation the others had left behind. There were bottles of getorade everywhere, small bags of grit from crystals, there were some used syringes and pipes lying around and Dylan had to watch that he didn't walk into piss or semen spots. After first recovering from the deguttering, he began cleaning up. After an hour of cleaning up, Tony came in who was still visibly recovering from the hot night. Without thinking about it, he put his hand on the head of Dylan who was bent over and mopping the floor. T: Good boy He squeezed his shoulders and gave him a kiss on the back. Dylan was startled by Tony's touch and kiss, and somewhere, for the first time, he felt something strange happening in his stomach, something he couldn't place at that moment and wasn't paying attention to yet. The days passed, and since the party, the gloves were now completely off as far as sex between Tony and Dylan's father was concerned. They were no longer holding back at all and Dylan no longer only heard them engaged at various times he had seen them engaged. Not that Dylan was peeking but one night their bedroom door was open and Dylan passed their room, looked in and he saw Tony fucking his father's ass firmly. Dylan was no longer shocked, it was actually his new normal and he was also beginning to be more and more impressed with Tony's masculine and muscular body. Tony was fairly hairy, was nicely muscled and had a fair number of tattoos on his body. His father, on the other hand, was completely clean-shaven and also had a large tattoo on his lower back but Dylan couldn't really tell what it was exactly. After 2 weeks Dylan was completely settled into his father's household he knew his chores, and he and Tony began to build a good relationship as well. Dylan saw the Friday night packing a valise and asked what was going on. N: Tony has promised a master friend that I will come to serve him this weekend. So you will be here alone with Tony this weekend. Dylan didn't look surprised anymore, because he had already seen that other men were coming by to serve Tony with them. D: ah ok, have fun. I'll manage with Tony. His father left and Dylan was left alone with Tony. In the evening after they ate dinner, Dylan and Tony sat together in the couch. Tony poured him a beer and also took one for Dylan. T: Here boy, do me a favor and have a drink with me so I don't have to drink alone. Dylan had never drunk before, but didn't want to disappoint Tony and accepted the beer. They clinked their bottles together and Dylan took his first sip of the beer. It didn't taste so bad, he thought. The evening progressed and so did the number of beers they both had in. After the fourth beer, Dylan began to feel it fairly well. Tony came back from the kitchen and gave Dylan his fifth pint. D: I think this will be my last one because I am starting to feel it pretty well. T: I think I better stop after this too because after my fifth beer I always start to feel the need for sex and since your father isn't here I don't have a pussy to pump my load into. Dylan again felt that strange itch rising in his belly and as he was already starting to get a little tipsy, his barriers and inhibitions began to disappear a little. D: does my dad have a nice pussy to fuck. Tony began to laugh. T: do I have to talk to you about your father's pussy boy. Dylan turned red. D: sorry, that was not the intention. T: be careful what you ask boy before you know it I will be horny as hell and ram my cock into your cunt. Dylan didn't respond and looked shyly at the ground. Tony caught Dylan's eye and saw that something had changed in the boy. No way, he thought. Tony stood up, went to the cabinet and took out a pipe and filled it with crystals. T: I'm going to blow some clouds boy. D: No problem, it's your house, I'm just a guest here. T: That's right kid. Tony lit the lighter and started melting the crystals, he sucked in the fumes, held it in for a moment and then blew a fat white cloud into the room. Tony saw that Dylan was watching with fascination. T: hmmm that feels nice. Nothing like a little Tina to relax nicely. Tony lit the lighter again and blew another nice cloud. Again he saw Dylan watching what he was doing. T: is there something boy. D: no sir, sorry to look but it's fascinating. T: is that so. Do you want to try it maybe. D: I don't know. I don't smoke and have no experience with drugs. T: there's nothing to it you know. It will calm you down, you'll get into a buzz you'll get a little more active and who knows you might like the experience you get from it. Dylan's inhibitions had subsided as reasonable because of the beers and the idea of trying this did excite him a bit. D: yeah maybe, maybe I should give it a try. Tony felt the devil in him coming to the surface. Could he dump his load into a cunt tonight after all and maybe create a new slave. T: come sit next to me boy and I'll teach you how to blow your first cloud. Dylan stood up feeling the effect the alcohol was already having on his body and sat down next to Tony. Tony handed him the pipe and put his hand on Dylan's leg. Dylan looked at Tony with his glassy eyes T: place the pipe against your lips, I will melt the crystals and when enough fumes are formed you may then suck it up and keep it inside as long as possible. Tony saw that Dylan was trying to listen to what he was saying. T: I will tell you when to suck up and when to blow out okay. D: ok Tony started melting the crystals and when enough fumes were formed he gave the signal to Dylan. T: yeah now suck it up boy. Slow and deep inhale. Tony saw that Dylan was following his instructions well T: good boy. You are a natural and now keep it in. T: feel the warmth coming over you. Dylan nodded. Tony counted to 10 T: now you can blow out Dylan blew the fumes back out of his lungs and watched as a thick white cloud came out of his mouth. T: and boy that felt nice, didn't it. Dylan felt a little tingle in his body and he got a little warmer. D: yeah it does feel nice yeah. T: let's blow another one. From 3 clouds you will start to feel the effect. Dylan nodded again. Tony lit the lighter again and started melting the crystals again. Dylan again followed Tony's instructions and blew his second and third cloud into the room. Dylan felt how his head began to spin more how he got warmer and how he also became more excited. Tony's hand by now had also moved more upward toward Dylan's crotch and he was holding him tighter as well. T: fuck boy, you really are a natural. T: do you like it, do you want to blow another cloud. Dylan's inhibitions disappeared like snow in the sun and the tickle in his belly had multiplied with every cloud he blew as well. Although he didn't really know why or what it meant he suddenly felt a huge attraction to Tony. He looked deep into Tony's eyes with a naughty and slightly longing look. Tony had seen it immediately, but held back for a moment. D: yeah I think so. T: will you be able to do it yourself? I'm going to get something to drink first. D: I think so, will you bring something soda for me. No more beer for me. T: that's fine boy, you blow some clouds. I'll go get something to drink. Dylan took the lighter and started melting the crystals. Tony got up and went to the kitchen where he prepared a bottle of getorade for Dylan. As Tony added the dose of G to the bottle he felt his cock stiffen in his pants. For he knew that tonight he was going to create a new slave and probably a pozz slave too because he had stopped his medication for several weeks because a pozzing party was scheduled in a few weeks. The sound of the lighter turning back on in the living room made Tony increasingly horny and he already took off his T-shirt and then went back to the living room. There he saw that Dylan was just blowing out his cloud. T: hmmm that looks great boy. Here drink some of this and you'll feel a little better. Dylan took the bottle and took a good gulp of it, he was already fairly flying and saw that Tony was no longer wearing a T-shirt. T: Do you mind that I took off my T-shirt. I had gotten way too hot from the booze. D: no way, I actually got very hot too T: take off your T-shirt too. We are men among men here. Dylan took off his shirt and his eyes were already fairly spinning in his head and couldn't take his eyes off Tony's naked torso. D: You have such a beautiful body, did you know that. T: thank you boy. T: just drink your bottle empty that you stay hydrated. Dylan drank the bottle and couldn't take his eyes off Tony's naked chest. T: would you like to feel my chest. Dylan's eyes began to twinkle. D: may I. T: sure, I'm your stepfather. Dylan put his hands on Tony's firm pecs. D: fuck man, you muscles are like a block of concrete. Tony started grinning. T: years of training boy. Would you like to have muscles like that too. Dylan looked into Tony's eyes again D: yeah actually I do yeah. T: then I will personally train you until you also have muscles like mine. Tony took the pipe again and placed it against his lips and blew a cloud into the room. Then he signaled to Dylan if he wanted another puff. Dylan took the pipe and took another deep draw of the Tina into his lungs. T: good boy. T: want to try something new boy. Dylan's inhibitions were almost completely gone and without thinking about it he said yes T: do you know what a shotgun is. D: no T: I suck from the pipe and then I place my lips on yours and blow the cloud into your mouth. Dylan felt his whole body tingle and with a shy look he nodded to Tony. D: ok Tony took the pipe back, melted the kirstallen and sucked the fumes. Then he took hold of Dylan's head and gently placed his lips on Dylan's. Dylan got even warmer inside when he felt Tony's lips on his. When he felt Tony blow he sucked the smoke into his lungs. He felt his head start to spin even more and didn't immediately realize that Tony had put his tongue in his mouth and started kissing him. The kiss was very short, but long enough to completely release the desire in Dylan. Dylan blew the cloud into the room. T: sorry boy, I know you are not into men but you are way too hot and I just got way too horny. D: it is not a big deal, it was nice. Tony took hold of Dylan's head and looked deep into his eyes. T: do you want more boy, I certainly wouldn't mind because you make me extremely horny. You have been making me horny since you came in here. Dylan closed his eyes and bit his lower lip, he was already flying so high and the intoxication he was in got an extra layer because the G was already starting to do its job too. D: oh yeah, I want more. I can't stop it anymore. T: good boy. Tony took Dylan's head even tighter and pushed his lips back on Dylan's and began kissing him more firmly. Dylan felt himself slipping completely under the influence of this dominant male who was kissing him. Dylan started moaning lightly, Tony started fondling Dylan's body and stopped kissing him and started licking and nibbling his nipples. Dylan didn't know what was happening to him. This was completely new to him and he wanted to make Tony stop but Tony's dominant side came out, he pushed Dylan down in the seat and took a firm hold of his arms so he couldn't do anything. T: You are mine boy. Do as I say and I'll teach you what pleasure is. D: oh yeah, oh fuck yeah. Dylan was completely ecstatic. Tony was licking him all over his body and occasionally he would come back up and kiss him. Tony was now coming up with his chest hanging over Dylan's face. T: lick my nipples boy. Let me enjoy your tongue and mouth too. The sweaty man smell penetrated Dylan's nose and gave him an extra boost of horniness he had never experienced before. With his hands, he began caressing Tony's muscular body, and he opened his mouth and began licking his nipples. He rubbed Tony's various tattoos and looked at the different symbols that prided themselves on his body. D: such beautiful tattoos sir. T: I know boy and if you do your best I can make sure you might earn one like these too. Tony got out of the seat and came to stand in front of Dylan. Tony pulled Dylan straight so that he too was out of the seat. Dylan felt for the first time the full effect of the chems coursing through his body. Tony held him tightly because otherwise Dylan would have just fallen over and started kissing him again. T: fuck boy you make me so fucking horny. T: do you want me to stop or d: no don't stop. T: If you want to go on, then I won't be able to hold back anymore and I guess I won't be able to stop and you'll have to do what I say. Understood. Because you make me way too horny. D: yeah I understand. Tony took Dylan's hands and put them on his crotch so Dylan would feel his stiff big fat pole. T: you're sure huh, because this is what you do to me. This cock will want to squirt a load and it won't happen by looking at it. Dylan looked at Tony with a naughty horny longing and timid look. D: yeah I'm sure. I will do anything you ask and command me. Do to me as you do to my Daddy. I am completely yours. T: good boy. Tony started kissing him again and then pushed him to his knees. Tony took hold of Dylan's head and pushed his face against his fly. T: feel how horny you make me boy. Tony's swollen and stiff fat cock pushed against his face and Dylan didn't know what hit him. Because deep inside he wanted to smell, feel and taste that cock. D: hmmm yeah. I want to feel it. T: talking with two words boy. If you want to serve me you will have to address me with dignity, understood. Dylan was already fully under Tony's influence, and had already fully accepted him as his superior. D: hmmm, sorry sir. May I feel your cock sir. T: that's better boy. Just open my pants and release my cock so you can feel and admire it. Dylan undid the button of the jeans and carefully pulled them down. Tony had no underwear on so his fat and big cock jumped directly into Dylan's face. Dylan heaved a sigh of admiration as the cock slapped against his face. Full of wonder he looked at the cock, he had seen several cocks in the showers of the sports club, but had never seen such a big and fat one that was also stiff. After admiring the cock for a moment he looked at Tony to hear what he could do. T: take hold of it with your hands boy and just feel what power is in my cock. Dylan took hold of him and was shocked at the thickness of Tony's cock. Because when he held it he noticed that his fingers did not touch the palm of his hand and there was still at least 1.5 inches of slack. D: oh fuck sir, your dick is so fucking big. Tony grinned. T: would you like to taste all this brute power boy. Dylan nodded. T: good boy. Then open your mouth and let my glans slide into your mouth. Dylan moved closer with his face to Tony's cock and opened his mouth. His lips touched Tony's glans and for the first time he tasted what a cock tasted like. Dylan closed his eyes and let out a slight moan. T: That's it boy. Let that glans slide into your mouth. Dylan let the glans slide into his mouth and when it touched his tongue he tasted for the first time the pre-cum leaking from Tony's cock. Again Dylan let out a moan of pleasure. Dylan had a full taste and let the cock slide deeper into his mouth and over his tongue until his mouth was completely filled. T: hmmmm yeah, that's it boy. Worship my cock just like your daddy. Tony still quietly took hold of Dylan's head and stroked him through his hair. Tony wasn't allowed to get too rough just yet or he might cause the boy to freeze. Tony let the boy enjoy cock in his mouth for a moment and let him play with it as he pleased. Tony noticed that the boy had absolutely no technique or experience, but he would teach him that. After letting Dylan play with his cock for a while he straightened him out, pulled him close to him and kissed him. T: Not bad boy for a first time. Do you like my fat cock in your mouth boy. Dylan nodded T: I don't hear you boy. D: yes sir. I never thought this would be so tasty. T: hmmmm, I like to hear that boy. I'll teach you a lot more so you can enjoy cock even more. Would you like that boy D: hmmm yeah D: I don't know what's wrong with me, but I feel so turned on sir. I would like to touch your body all the time. I think I feel horny sir and don't know what to do with it. Tony looked Dylan straight in the eyes and saw how his pupils had widened and how his eyes were spinning in his eye sockets. T: I do know what we can do about that. Follow me boy. T: first we are going to take a shower together that we are clean. Dylan followed Tony to the bathroom and there they took off all their clothes. Tony turned on the shower and to Dylan's great surprise his own cock was completely limp and shriveled. Tony saw Dylan's reaction T: it doesn't matter that your dick is limp boy. That just confirms that you are a true bottom slave. Should your cock be stiff after using Miss Tina your cock would still be hard and stiff just like mine. True bottom sluts have a soft cock because they don't need it. All the pleasure will be in your pussy for you boy and you do want to have pleasure in your pussy huh boy. Dylan looked at Tony with glassy eyes and licked his lips wet and nodded affirmatively. Tony looked at Dylan and inspected his naked body. He saw that there was some hair on Dylan's chest and ass and that his cock was also well provided with pubic hair. T: now I don't feel like doing this right now but later I will clean you up a bit so you will look a little more posh for me boy. Dylan let out a moan Tony took hold of Dylan and pulled him under the hot water of the shower where he began kissing and licking him back. Tony put his hands on Dylan's virgin ass and squeezed his butt cheeks firmly. T: hmmmmm, I've been looking at this ass for weeks and now I finally get to squeeze it. Dylan let out a moan of pleasure and licked Tony's neck. T: do you like it boy. Do you like it when I touch your ass. D: yes sir. T: are you going to offer your virgin ass to me boy later. T: and let your virgin ass be filled with my cock and cum. Dylan looked at Tony bit his lower lip and nodded and moaned as Tony pulled the jaws of his ass open and stroked his finger along his virgin sphincter. D: hmmm yeah. I want you to be my first sir. T: good boy. Look at my cock how it's getting even harder from you. You make me horny as hell boy. Tony took the soap and sensually soaped Dylan. Then he licked every place he had soaped and washed off. Tony now soaped Dylan's cock and when it was rinsed off he took it his mouth for a moment, Dylan closed his eyes and for the first time enjoyed a warm mouth around his cock, although it also remained limp. Still, it was a unique experience for Dylan. Then Tony came back upright he pushed Dylan against the wall and kissed him passionately. He turned Dylan around and pushed him face down against the wall. T: spread your legs boy. Dylan did as asked and Tony took soap in his hands and first soaped his ass and then he slid his hands to his sphincter and gently soaped that too. Tony watched as Dylan enjoyed the first touch that his future pussy received. Nothing as beautiful and horny as a virgin experiencing for the first time the sensation his pussy can offer him thought Tony. Tony saw that the boy was changed by this moment and would never want to be anything but a hole to be fucked. As the soap washed off his sphincter Tony went through his knees and gently pulled the jaws of Dylan's ass open and buried his face in it and began licking Dylan's sphincter. Dylan didn't know what was happening to him and started moaning loudly with pleasure and enjoying every moment that Tony's tongue was licking his pussy. D: holy shit, this is heavenly sir. T: I know boy. But I need to rinse your ass first before we can continue. T: stay put I take my enema. Tony took his enema that was always ready filled with a potent dose of chempiss and a bucket. T: don't be scared boy, I will inject this and you keep this in you until I say you can push it out, got it. Dylan nodded and he felt his a thin rod being pushed into his ass and a liquid being injected into his ass. Dylan closed his eyes and listened to what Tony told him to do. After holding up the fluid for a moment and getting a little warmer inside again, Tony told him he could let it come out. Tony held the bucket under Dylan's ass and he let the fluid squirt out of his ass. Tony repeated this several more times until the fluid was completely clear coming out of Dylan's ass. T: That's it boy. Tony took the soap again and soaped Dylan's ass again. Dylan began to fly higher and higher, enjoying every touch he received. Tony turned off the water took a towel and dried off his future bitch. Dylan struggled to stay upright and stay off Tony. He had gotten so horny and was no longer in control of himself. Dylan got down on his knees and wanted to start sucking Tony's cock. He opened his mouth and let the swollen but sagging cock slide into his mouth and began to bob his head up and down like a real slut in need of a load of cum. T: Look at that. Already a cock worshipping bitch. You make me so fucking horny boy. I will transform that ass of yours tonight into a blooming pussy that many bitches would envy. D: but he's so delicious step-daddy. T: oh fuck boy, yes call me step daddy. That makes me extremely horny. T: But we're not going to stay here boy. You can come with me to the playroom. I can train you properly there. Tony straightened Dylan and took his hand and pulled him along to the playroom. Tony opened the room and pushed Dylan inside. Although he had already looked inside the room before, he was once again impressed both by the size and by what was inside. Tony took some things and rejoined Dylan. T: First I'll put some gear on you boy. So I can train you properly later. T: you still want to serve me and be my slave, don't you boy. Dylan was completely floating, for the first time in his life he could think of nothing but sex and other dirty thoughts and he looked at Tony with longing eyes, and in his belly he felt itching all over. He moved his head closer to Tony and sought Tony's with his lips. When he found them he began to kiss him passionately. T: Then I may conclude that it is a yes. Dylan felt a leather strap being put around his neck and also around his wrists and ankles. Tony pulled him along to the crotch and clicked his wrists and ankles to it. He came up beside him and whispered in his ear. T: You are mine now boy. You came into this room as a virgin boy but you will not leave it until your cunt is trained, filled with toxic cum and you are a cock worshiping slave. Dylan began breathing heavier and moaning because of what Tony whispered in his ear. All he could think about now was Tony's cock and how he loved to serve him. T: That's what you want anyway huh boy. To become like your daddy, a dirty pozz slave who will do anything for me and have his cunt fucked by whoever and whenever I want it. Again Dylan moaned and he bit his lower lip as he could no longer control his feelings and desires. He did hear everything Tony him and could still process it all but the desires were taking over more and more. He did hear that his father was pozz and now he also knew what those symbols were on Tony's chest. But he didn't care about any of it. He had to and would worship that cock of the man in front of him. T: I want to hear you say it boy. D: hmmmm, yeah, fuck yeah. Please train me so I can become a good slave for you step daddy T: that's the perfect answer boy. Hmmmmmmmm T: first I'll give you some real nipples boy so I can play with them nicely. Tony sucked, licked and bit Dylan's nipples hard. Dylan let out a loud cry from both pain, excitement and pleasure. Tony took two nipple clamps and placed them on the Dylan's soft boy nipples. He also took a piece of rope and tied off Dylan's balls with it and hung a bottle of water from it. Dylan felt the pain of the clamps and the tugging on his balls through the bottle of water and moaned softly in pain. Tony took a flogger and first stroked the strings along Dylan's skin. Dylan did not know that this could produce such a sensation and began to moan softly. The moaning stopped as Tony began to quietly whip even more. Although the strokes of the whip did not hurt, yet Dylan was startled with each stroke causing the bottle of water to start rocking and pulling more on his balls. This not only provided a pain stimulus but also a kind of pleasure sensation Dylan had never experienced before. T: You dirty boy. Tony spat in Dylan's face and then licked it back off. It wound Dylan up every time and he kept trying to find Tony's mouth so he could kiss him. T: no boy. I decide what happens here, and if you don't listen and do what I say. Then you will experience pain instead of pleasure. He slapped a little harder so Dylan would realize who was in charge. Dylan was a good pupil and after Tony again called him a dirty boy and spat and licked him, Dylan did nothing. T: hmmm, you're already starting to get it kid. You are beginning to understand that your desires and needs are secondary to mine. With you I will have a lot of fun, I can feel it. After Tony had worked Dylan with the flogger for a while, he took off the nipple clamps and also loosened the knot around his balls and released Dylan from the crotch. Dylan immediately got down on his knees to regain his strength. Tony stood in front of he and the smell of Tony's cock hit his nose and his horniness forced him to suck that cock. Dylan opened his mouth and licked at Tony's swollen glans. Tony felt Dylan's warm mouth and pulled his cock away and slapped Dylan. T: did I say you could touch my cock boy. Dylan shook his head. Tony gave him another slap to the head. T: I don't hear you slave. D: no step daddy. T: you will have to learn to control yourself boy and especially listen to what you can, cannot and should do. D: sorry sir, I will listen. T: sit on all fours boy. Dylan did what was asked of him and he felt Tony slapping his ass with the flogger. Tony alternated hitting with the flogger with hitting with the flat of his hand. With each slap, Dylan let out a small cry of pain and, oddly, pleasure. When Dylan's ass had received enough slaps and was looking nice and red Tony sat down behind Dylan's ass and pulled the jaws of his ass open and began to lick back at Dylan's sphincter. Dylan immediately began to moan with pleasure and sagged through his arms, raising his ass a little more. Tony forgave him this mistake, after all it was still only the first time for this boy and he still had a lot to learn. Tony took some lube and two beautiful crystals. Dylan felt how a cold liquid was put on his sphincter and how Tony's thick fingers began to push against his sphincter. Dylan felt the pressure building against his sphincter and he moaned as his sphincter opened and let Tony's finger inside. The finger than Tony slid all the way in and then back out before disappearing all the way in his ass again. After a few times Dylan felt how something was changing in his ass. It started to get all warm and even feel burning. D: hmmm stop step daddy, my ass is starting to burn. I'm in such pain step-daddy. Tony started grinning because he knew these were just the crystals melting and instead of stopping he pushed a second finger into Dylan's ass. Dylan began to moan even louder. D: Fuck, it's burning sir. T: stop whining boy. That burning feeling is your cunt preparing itself. Get used to it because you will feel that feeling regularly in your life if you want to become my slave. Dylan bit his teeth and felt the burning sensation begin to ebb away. The burning sensation gave way to a desire in his ass to be filled and he began to sweat even more and got even hotter again. His head began to spin more violently again and when he noticed that Tony's fingers had disappeared from his ass for a moment he got a huge empty feeling inside that he had never experienced before. His ass was empty and he could not handle that empty feeling. The empty feeling had to stop and that could only happen if his ass was filled with something. Dylan began to moan, whimper and shake his ass hoping something would happen so the empty feeling would stop. T: you see boy your cunt was preparing. Your cunt already probably can't do it without something in it. Isn't it boy. D: no step daddy. There must be something in my cunt, it feels so empty sir. T: is that so boy. Does your ass need to be filled. D: yes step daddy T: and I have to do that? D: yes please, I can't stand it like this anymore. T: what good does it do me that your cunt is filled boy. What do I get in return. D: I'll do anything step daddy, really anything. T: open your mouth boy and suck my dick first, then I can think how to thank me when I fill your ass with something. Dylan opened his mouth and sucked the thick soft cock inside and started sucking it gently. T: hmmm yeah, that's nice huh boy, sucking step daddy's cock. Your technique will have to be refined but you'll learn. But I see you like masters cock. T: will you thank step-daddy if he will stuff your ass. Dylan looked at Tony with slutty eyes and nodded. T: good boy. I will fill youre mouth with my piss boy and you have to swallow everything neatly understood. If you do I will fill that empty feeling in your pussy. Is that good boy. Although Dylan was flying high, still he didn't know if he could do this, but the empty feeling in his ass had to be filled and he had no other choice. Dylan nodded. T: good boy. T: since it's your first time, I'll piss slowly so you have time enough to swallow it all nicely. T: isn't that sweet of me boy. Dylan opened his mouth. D: thank you step daddy. T: now put those lips around step-daddy's cock nicely and let that golden nectar run down to your belly. Dylan gently pressed his lips around Tony's half hard cock and felt the first stream of piss running into his mouth. Dylan felt his heart pounding more firmly and closed his eyes. The first thing he thought was that the taste wasn't so bad. It was a warm and slightly bitter taste, and without giving it further thought, he let the warm nectar run down his throat. He had thought he would gag but as a miracle he did . He felt Tony take his head firmly and push his cock deeper into his mouth. T: That's it boy. Drink nicely from stepdaddy's cock. You're a natural. Even your father couldn't do this the first time without gagging. Dylan felt jet after jet running down his throat, and for some reason it thrilled him immensely to have Tony's piss squirted into his mouth and running straight to his stomach. Dylan even started sucking Tony's cock while it was pissing. That only made Tony even hornier and he pushed his cock as far as he could into Dylan's mouth. T: Such a good boy. I will spoil your pussy later boy. You more than deserve it. Dylan felt himself growing from Tony's encouraging words. When he felt Tony finish pissing he also felt Tony withdraw his cock from his mouth. T: sit on all fours on the bed boy. Tony took some dildos and some buttplugs. He also took a quick look at the clock and saw that by now they had been going for almost 3 h since Dylan had gotten his dose of G. He put the stuff next to Dylan and he saw how entranced Dylan looked at the toys. T: hands off boy. I'm going to get something ready for you first. Dylan watched as Tony took a bottle of getorade and added a liquid from another bottle. Dylan felt that he was starting to think more clearly again and although he was still firmly under the influence of the booty bump, he nevertheless put on his naughty shoes. D: what is that step daddy. T: you noticed that boy, that I added something to the drink. Dylan nodded. T: that's to get you nice and horny and to let your submissive side come out boy. The drugs aren't going to make you do anything you don't want to do yourself. It only enhances your feelings , and you liked it just now isn't it. Dylan nodded. T: do you want to feel so nice and horny and slutty again boy. Dylan nodded again. T: Good boy. Here drink the G then, you will soon feel like the slave and slut you were before. We have to make sure you stay nice to fly. Don't we, boy? Dylan took the bottle in full awareness of what he was going to drink and do and drank it empty and nodded again. D: yes step daddy, I'll do anything for you. Ever since I heard you busy at the party a longing for you has awakened that could not be stilled and now I know what it is. I really want to serve you like my dad. I also want to become like him, your slave and give my life to you. Tony took the bottle and kissed Dylan. T: Then we will make you a real slave boy, then you can serve me forever just like your father. Tony gave Dylan the pipe as well. T: blow 3 more nice clouds for me boy, you will need it when I start to stretch open your pussy. Because that G will only take effect in about 20 min. Dylan took the pipe and started melting the crystals. He felt his ass being smeared back with lube and he blew his first cloud at that moment. T: good boy keep those clouds coming. Go ahead and start flying back. Dylan blew his second and third cloud, he again felt the effect of the extra layer of tina shooting through his body and dropped his head on the bed. Tony took a bottle of poppers and placed an inhaler on it and handed it to Dylan. T: sniff this a few times boy. It will help you when I start to stretch your cunt. T: put the inhaler in your nose and sniff in each nostril but as long as you can and as much as you want. Dylan stuck the inhaler in his nose and sniffed the poppers and felt the warm glow come over his body, he felt his heart begin to beat faster and his ass felt the need to be filled even more. At that moment he felt how a cold dildo pushed against his sphincter and how his sphincter opened to let the dildo slide inside. Dylan sighed very deeply and let out a loud moan of pleasure. Although this was just the beginning and was only the thinnest dildo in Tony's collection, Dylan felt his pussy being filled and a satisfied feeling came over him. D: hmmmmmmmm fuck yeah, this is so nice step daddy. T: hmmm, your pussy looks so delicious boy. I can't wait to jam my fat cock in it. D: do it step daddy, I want to feel your fat cock in my pussy. T: not so fast boy, your cunt would rip open if I ram my cock in you now. Tony pulled the dildo out of Dylan's cunt and showed him the thickness of the dildo next to that of his own cock. T: you see boy, my cock is 3 times thicker than the dildo that has now been in your cunt. T: But no worries boy, I love to stretch virgin pussies open so they can be fucked by my fat cock. T: Before you realize it, you will be riding my fat cock. Dylan bit his lower lip and groaned as he felt the next dildo being pushed into his pussy. Again he sniffed the poppers a few times and the pain he had at first from the thicker dildo disappeared and gave way to pleasure. He noticed that by pushing his ass back a little that the dildo slid in more smoothly and he got much more pleasure that way. Tony played with the dildo in Dylan's newly formed pussy. T: hmmmm such a hungry pussy you have boy. Shall I take another thicker one and open up your pussy a little further. The G began to kick back in and Dylan felt the slutty effects in his mind's body come to the surface. His eyes began to turn more in his head again and he got the blissful feeling about him again. D: hmmmmm yeah, stretch it open step daddy. I want to be able to feel your fat cock inside me. T: hmmm you horny slut. I can't wait to be able to squirt my first load in your pussy. Tony took another thicker dildo and also played with it in Dylan's pussy for a while after which he took another thicker one and saw that it too disappeared smoothly into Dylan's cunt. Tony saw that by now the tight pussy had already become a slightly gaping hole and after Dylan had gotten used to the tentatively thickest dildo of the set Tony took an even thicker butt plug. T: sniff the poppers boy, I'm going to shove a plug in your cunt and this one will hurt for a while, because it will also stay in your cunt for a while so it can stretch open nicely. Dylan sniffed the poppers, Tony took another crystal and already pushed it into Dylan's gaping pussy and took the inflatable butt plug, smeared it with lube and gently pushed it in. He felt some resistance from Dylan's sphincter at first, and he heard how Dylan started moaning again that his pussy was on fire and that it was way too thick. But it wasn't long before the plug slid past the sphincter and was in place. Tony first gave a few more squeezes on the pump of the plug so that it inflated a little in Dylan's pussy and then he turned the boy onto his back and lay on top of him. T: hmmmm, is it nice boy. Do you like it when I play with your pussy and get it ready for my cock. The bootybump hit Dylan and he was flying back fiercer. D: fuck yeah step daddy, I feel so hot and dirty and want you to use me so bad. Tony started kissing and licking him back and Dylan let out moan after moan of pleasure. After they made love for a while, Tony pulled Dylan straight and first gave two more squeezes on the pump of the butt plug. Dylan felt his pussy being pulled open from the inside. Dylan struggled for a moment to stay upright but Tony took hold of his hand and pulled him back into the bathroom. D: what are we going to do step daddy. T: while I stretch your pussy open a little, we have a little time to clean you up a little so you will look a little more like a slave boy. T: you want that don't you huh boy look like my slave. D: yes step daddy. Tony took the trimmer and first shaved away the hair on Dylan's chest and butt and then his pubic hair. Again he gave two squeezes on the pump of the plug and then he also trimmed the hair on Dylan's head. T: that looks better already boy. Dylan was pushed under the shower again and had to get on his knees first. T: fuck boy, you look so nice and horny. T: open your mouth that I can piss your mouth. Dylan opened his mouth and immediately felt a warm jet of piss spray onto his face and into his mouth. It wound Dylan up tremendously and with his hands he rubbed the piss that did not run into his mouth all over his face in and body. D: hmmmmmm this is delicious step daddy. This so fucking delicious. T: I know boy. I knew you would be a dirty piss drinking slut. After the last drop was sprayed on Dylan's face Tony pulled him back straight pushed him against the wall and licked his face which was soaked with his piss and then stuck his tongue in Dylan's mouth and kissed him. Tony took a razor and some shaving cream. T: just hold still boy so I don't cut you. Because I like my slaves completely smooth. Tony began to shave away the short-trimmed hair completely and Dylan saw that he had become completely hairless. His cock, balls and ass were also set completely smooth. Tony first gave a few more squeezes on the pump of the plug, Dylan again felt how his cunt was pulled open further and how warm water suddenly ran down his body. Tony pushed him against the wall and started kissing and licking him all over his body again. T: those nipples of yours I will get a little bigger later so I can play with them nicely. Tony squeezed Dylan's ass and then gave a few firm pats on it. Because I like my slaves completely smooth. Tony began shaving the short-trimmed hair all the way and Dylan saw that he had become completely hairless. His cock, balls and ass were also set completely smooth. Tony first gave a few more squeezes on the pump of the plug, Dylan again felt how his cunt was pulled open further and how warm water suddenly ran down his body. Tony pushed him against the wall and started kissing and licking him all over his body again. T: those nipples of yours I will get a little bigger later so I can play with them nicely. Tony squeezed Dylan's ass and then gave a few firm pats on it. T: hmmmmm I like my asses nice and red boy that makes me feel nice and horny. Tony turned off the water and dried Dylan off. He gave a few more squeezes on the pump and then took two nipple pumps, he placed them on Dylan's nipples and sucked them vaccum so that his nipples no longer remained flat but that teats formed. T: that looks so delicious boy. I would like to bite into those tasty nipples of yours already. Dylan felt the pressure being put on his nipples but the numbing effect of the chems did not make it painful but made him feel horny. Tony also took a penis cage and showed it to Dylan. T: This one goes around your dick boy. I don't want you playing with your dick in an unguarded moment. From now on you are mine and I decide when your dick can be played with. Got it. D: yes step daddy. My cock and ass are completely yours. Dylan felt Tony put the cage around his cock and put a lock on it. Tony then pulled Dylan into the playroom and put him in front of the mirror and stood behind him. T: Take a good look at yourself boy. You almost look like a real slave already. Dylan looked at himself and saw how in a short time he had transformed from a boy to slave in the making. He rubbed his clean-shaven body and tapped his fingers against the nipple pumps. He looked at his caged cock and took a moment to hold it. It didn't make him feel weird that his cock was caged, it just made him even more turned on. He felt Tony give a few more slaps against his ass and began to lick and bite his neck. Again, he felt the pressure on his nipples being increased and his pussy being pulled open some more. He looked up and saw a clock hanging. Dylan was startled because the last dose of G was already back on its last legs he began to think a little clearer again. T: what's up boy, why are you startled. D: is it 5 o'clock step dad already, shouldn't we be in bed for a long time. When Dylan had taken his first pull of the pipe it was 8 o'clock in the evening and now they had been going for 9 hours and he had had no sense of time at all. Tony started laughing T: time goes fast boy when you're having fun. But you should not be afraid you are not going to bed for a long time. You won't really be able to sleep until your father comes back and has seen your transformation. Dylan was turned around and Tony kissed him again, looked deep into his eyes and saw that the boy could already go back to using a new dose of chems. He took out another bottle of getorade and put another dose of G in it and handed the bottle to Dylan with a devilish grin on his face. D: is it time to let me fly again step daddy? T: yes boy, drink up nicely you're getting nice and willing again. Dylan drank out the bottle. D: may I blow a few clouds too step daddy. Tony started grinning. T: you'd like that for sure isn't it boy. But you may not blow any clouds for a while. I have something much better in store for you. T: first we are going to take those nipple pumps off you and see if your nipples are already nicely swollen and I can play with them. Tony let the pressure off the nipple pumps and took them off. Dylan's nipples were nicely swollen, sensitive and there were like little teats on his nipples. Tony got all wild when he saw the swollen nipples and took the nipples in his mouth and started nibbling on them. Dylan went absolutely crazy from the sensation going through his body. T: holy shit boy, your nipples are really delicious. By the time I'm all done with you they will be much bigger your nipples and they will be permanently so nice and thick. You will have to hide them from me or every time I see you I will want to eat you. Tony put Dylan in the middle of the room, attached his wrists to a chain hanging from the ceiling and played with his nipples. He placed clamps on them again and teased him with the flogger. He blew the plug to maximum and Dylan felt his once again being pulled open further. T: fuck boy. You have a nice horny body. He gave a few pats on Dylan's ass and saw that he came back nice and red. He took the clamps off the nipples and Dylan curled his toes in pain. Tony took the nipples into his mouth and licked and sucked firmly on them. Dylan was completely ecstatic with the feeling that came over him. Tony came up next to his ear and whispered. T: do you want to feel step daddy's cock in your pussy boy. Do you think you will be able to handle my fat cock in your pussy. Dylan started moaning with pleasure at the thought alone and whispered. D: oh fuck yes. Fuck me step daddy I long so hard to feel your cock in my pussy. T: shall step daddy give you another hand and give you something so your pussy can definitely handle it boy or are you going to do it without anything. D: hmmmmm give me whatever you want and make me as horny and willing as you want as long as you are sure my cunt can get your fat cock inside. Tony licked in Dylan's ear and whispered again T: I'm going to give you a fat slam boy. I will then inject the Tina right into your veins. You will be shot to the stars and your pussy will suck my cock inside afterwards. Do you want that boy your pussy to suck my cock inside. Dylan was completely ecstatic, he moaned with pleasure and desire and nodded. D: slam me, do what you want with me. Tony gave one last pat on Dylan's ass and then untied him and pushed him onto the bed. His first time may still be loving he thought. Later I'll put him in the sling and stretch his cunt open further. Dylan lay on his back on the bed and felt the plug being deflated. Tony let him sit for a while longer and put a rubber band around Dylan's biceps. T: stay still boy. Tony rubbed his arm with an alcohol swipe and he looked for a nice thick vein. Dylan watched as Tony stuck a needle in his arm and his blood mixed with the liquid in the syringe, and Dylan watched as the needle was inserted into his arm. T: look me in the eyes boy. I love watching a virgin boy turn into a real hungry slut for the first time. Dylan looked into Tony's eyes, Tony pushed in the plunger of the syringe and the Tina disappeared into Dylan's arm. Tony undid the rubber band and watched as Dylan's eyes opened wide the moment the slam hit. Dylan began to cough violently and cried out with desire. He was now wiggling completely uncontrollably on the bed. His hands went all over his body which felt electrically charged. He was completely out of it and felt like the horniest slave on the planet. He felt the plug slide out of his ass and Tony pouring lube all over his pussy and the tip of his glans pressing against his sphincter. At that moment the poppers were pushed under his nose and he sniffed the horny fumes. Dylan opened his eyes and looked straight at Tony. He sniffed the poppers first and then tossed them next to him on the bed. He felt Tony trying to work his glans's way in, but still encountering a little resistance from his sphincter. T: relax boy, let my fat big cock do its job and penetrate your pussy nicely. Your pussy is ready boy. I can feel it. Tony saw the longing and hungry look on Dylan's face and it drove him wild. Carefully he gave a little more force against the sphincter and then something magical happened. The sphincter opened and Dylan felt the glans drill its way in. Dylan began to moan heavily. He felt his cunt being pulled open even further and both pain and pleasure werehed over him. Dylan's mouth was fully opened and he was breathing heavily and deeply, letting out moan after moan. T: hmmmmmm fuck yes boy, let my cock slide inside your virgin pussy. Dylan felt inch after inch as Tony's fat cock slid into his pussy, getting hotter and hotter. Tony took his time and let the boy get used to his fat cock and then suddenly Dylan felt the balls Tony was slapping against his ass. Tony put a pillow under Dylan's ass and while his cock was completely inside Dylan's pussy he came down on him. He licked back into Dylan's ear and whispered. T: hmmmmm your pussy feels blissful boy. Do you like having step daddy's bare cock all the way inside your pussy boy. Dylan couldn't say anything because he was completely ecstatic because of all the emotions and sensations now going through his body. He could only moan with pleasure. Tony licked him for a moment and kissed him. D: you are so big step daddy I can feel your cock all the way into my belly. Tony laughed for a moment. D: fuck me step daddy, your cock feels good in my pussy. Spray your cum in my pussy and then let me drink it because I want to feel and taste it. T: you dirty boy. T: I am pozz boy and I have stopped my medication for a while. If I inject my load into your pussy you can be pozz too. Do you want that boy. Become my pozz boy. You would make me proud if I can become your pozz daddy. D: oh yes step daddy, become my pozz daddy then we will be connected forever. T: hmmmmmmm you fucking horny slave. I am going to fill your pussy with unmedicated virus until you are fully charged and pregnant with the virus and become pozz. Tony felt that Dylan's pussy had become ready to start thrusting and he began to lightly thrust into Dylan's pussy. Dylan's mouth fell back open and he began to moan again. D: hmmm yes pozz daddy, fuck my hole. Fuck my hole harder and fill it up with your virus and get me pregnant. T: I'm not going to be able to last long this first time boy. You are making me way too horny. But no fear boy, I have many more loads in my balls for you today. That pussy of yours will be glowing with my virus before you can go to sleep. Tony began to thrust more firmly into Dylan's cunt and Dylan was left with only the sensation of pleasure. The pain was completely gone and he felt Tony's cock begin to contract and he heard Tony begin to breathe heavier. T: fuck boy here comes your first load of virus. Aaaaaaaaaahh Dylan felt Tony's cock spurt string after string into his cunt. Tony fell down on Dylan for a moment while his cock was still in Dylan's filled pussy. Dylan felt the cock stay stiff in his filled pussy. He took hold of Tony's head for the first time himself and kissed him. D: this was fucking blissful pozz daddy. I want a lot more of this. You totally woke me up and that I am a true bottom that needs to be fucked. D: fuck me again pozz daddy. My pussy wants more. Tony laughed. T: you young slave. Always hungry for more. Give me five minutes and I'll fuck your cunt for a second time. Tony's cock fell out of Dylan's cunt and Tony turned on his back. T: lick my cock clean boy and taste the cum and virus that is going to get you pregnant. Dylan crawled on top of Tony and sat down in a 69 position and began to lick Tony's seed-covered cock clean. It was the first time Dylan tasted a man's seed and It was the first time Dylan tasted a man's seed and It certainly tasted like more. Tony lay under Dylan's gaping pussy and watched as his seed began to spill out. He let the seed run onto his face and after Dylan had licked his cock clean, he also licked his face which was covered in seed clean. After he was licked clean he took a butt plug and pushed it into Dylan's gaping pussy. T: We have to keep your pussy nice and open for later he boy. Otherwise we can start all over again.