Search the Community

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 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."

Hi everyone, starting this thread to discuss about underwear and gear fetishes. From briefs, jockstraps, thongs, and socks, to used sports and gym gear. So far my experience has been with buying underwear thru malethingsworn only downside is that it adds up pretty fast. I really love the smell of man musk, and the look of cum and piss stains on underwear, imagining all that seed from a stranger and smelling his scent. I haven’t traded any underwear yet but I have gotten a sweaty jockstrap from an ex when I was 18 but I threw it away because of how that relationship soured (honestly should’ve kept it cuz it smelled good). Also received a jockstrap from a daddy that I had a fling with for a bit, the jock he gave was loaded with cum loads and is one of my most precious momentos. Currently musking up and loading up some briefs that no longer fit me to trade with some guys on bateworld.

Starting to build up an arsenal to build myself a dungeon in my house. I really want to find a fuck bench as part of my gear. But, I checked Mr. S Leather and Fort Troff. Couldn't find one at either place. I'm hoping someone could point me to a place in the US where I could purchase a good-quality fuck bench. Thanks so much!

Taking day off. Horned. Party would be fun. I'm very bottom.

I had been partying, edging and cruising online for a bit of time when I got hit up by a guy hosting a group! He said there were a few guys there, but a handful more were on their way. They wanted guys into group play, gear (leather, jock, spandex, or uniforms), were versatile and uninhibited. Hell Yeah! I threw some trackies over my chaps & red mesh N2N jock strap, stuffed a bunch of my gear – jockstraps, bikinis, leather, rubber, gun oil & Elbow grease in a gym bag -- some more favors, a black tank and my Treasure Island Media ball cap and bolted. It was quite a drive to the house in the best part of town. I showed up to a ranch set back on the lot. As I pulled my tank on I realized I had been partying and edging online, sweating , and was a bit ripe. I thought for a second and walked to the door shirtless. The older man – Charles -- who opened the door stopped me in the foyer and told me to prepare there. Hmmm. I stripped me down to my chaps, boots, jock and TIM Cap. He lead me down stairs to a large den that opened up onto a pool and hot tub. There were 4 guys in the hot tub -- A couple of handsome men around 40 – Mark and Brian, a 30-ish Latino man named Rick, and a 20-ish blond twink named Brandon. As I walked onto the pool deck the couple jumped out of the tub. They had great physiques with broad shoulders, narrow waists and sturdy legs and ass. Mark was nude, except for a leather cock ring and ball separator, and Brian had on a red speedo solar, with a mound of cock and balls under the fabric. They welcomed me and made introductions. Mark confessed that they had already been at it a while, took a break in the tub. Rick had hopped online and started rounding up some more guys to party and play with. Rick got out of the tub and was totally nude…His body was perfect. His body was deeply tanned, ripped & shredded with a nicely rounded six-pack, shoulders and pecs of granite, and a big uncut cock. He had a perfect smile of beautiful white teeth. He asked “what is your screenname, and what site?” I said I am “ATLSexyguy” from BBRT and Dudesnude, but also on Xhamster, Xtube, and Spandex-Party! “Great! I am REALLY glad you are here!” he emphasized he leaned in and pulled my head to his and French kissed me deeply causing his cock to grow! When he let me go he grabbed a gel and leather cock ring from the table and wrapped up his now hard cock. I realized he was completely hairless which made a big cock look even bigger. It was a solid 8 inches, waving in front of him as he motioned for Brandon. Brandon was smaller in stature, but very cute. He had a very lean body and hid a growing bulge in an Andrew Christian swimsuit! I leaned in and kissed him on the lips and tweaked his nipples – which seemed totally connected to his cock. Rick led me into the den and showed me where to put my things. He gave me the party and play rules – clouds, no points, and offered me whatever favors I wanted. I took half a Viagra, and some T & G. He told me that he works for Mark & Brian and they own the home. The older guy is the butler/cook and Rick is their personal assistant. Brandon is a piece of ass that Mark had picked up at the sex club earlier in the evening and invited him over. All the while Rick was talking he was digging in drawers and bins around the play room. There was a sling, St. Andrew’s Cross, Cage, Fuck Bench, and all sorts of tails, straps, gags, blindfolds, etc. along the wall! Finally, he found two chrome armbands for his huge biceps, a chrome, chainmail & leather full ‘H’ harness. He has it on him in no time and looked so damn HOT. He pointed to some leather on the table and said “that is for you later!” With that he was on me. He was kissing me, licking my neck, and yanked my arms up to reveal my ripe pits. Which he loved as he licked and smelled my man scent. He grabbed some snake bite suction cups and put them on my wide nipples, and reached down into my red mesh jock and wrapped a leather leash around my growing cock. The Viagra had started to work so I was sporting 7+ and thick and dripping! He led me into the main area as the home theatre and computers were turned on. The big screen had a Jeff Palmer Classic video on ‘Raw Leather Fuckfest’ from SX Video, and the other TVs and laptops had TIM, Bacchus, and A.com, and Brandon was working websites for other players! As I walked in Rick whispered “Play starts now!” I went up to Mark and Brian and assumed the submissive stance. Brian had put on a red and black Neo Harness that disappeared into his red speedo, gauntlets, and an arm band for his right bicep. The more I looked at him, the hotter he got to me. He had a beautiful body, muscled six-pack, and his bulge was growing. He stood over me and asked if I had any dislikes. “Yes, Sir." No blood, scat, or permanent scars or marks.” He then asked if he could remove my cap. ‘Yes, Sir” which he did and noted to Rick “It’s a Treasure Island Cap. Good choice” Rick nodded and Brian leaned back and pulled my head to his speedo covered cock. I licked and sucked at Brian’s dick through his thin swimsuit, and made the mistake of reaching around to use my hand. I got a swift slap from Rick and Brian chastised me “now you will be punished!” Around this time a couple of guys came in escorted by Charles. They were new additions and Brandon was all about them. They were 20-ish, looked like skaters, and looked pretty high too. Brian went to welcome them, and Rick stood me up and took me to center fuck He cuffed my arms together and above my head, and my legs were spread and bolted to a bench. He then pulled out a ball gag and clamped it in my mouth and around my head. I was straining in my jock and wanted to pull my cock out, but Mark appeared and took a wide tails off the wall and hit my back. It startled me at first, but really didn’t hurt. Mark flogged me for 20+ lashes on my shoulders and thighs. And, when he was done, he and Rick rubbed lotion and oil onto my body. It felt so cool and refreshing, and they paid particular attention to the cleft between my ass cheeks and to my cock. Brandon brought Justin and Aaron over and they looked much better nude. They had lean ripped bodies, big cocks, tattoos. They had lean ripped bodies, big cocks, and had on a Cellblock jock, and the other had a chrome cock ring. They looked me over, and I nodded subserviently to them, and Aaron started playing with the suction cups on my nipples and I moaned. He hit them fast like a speed bag, then slow. He made like he was pulling it off, but pushed them into my pecs, and Brian grabbed my cock and teased it. One of them turned on some lights and it occurred to me that there was a camera suspended from the ceiling and we were recording or streaming our play. Rick went over to the computer and typed a few seconds and the instant messaging blew up. He said he asked what they should they do with me? He told “HoustonBB” ‘yeah man! Watch!” He spread my legs and ass and dove into my ass with his tongue. He was eating my hole on cam, and didn’t care one bit. There were hands and mouths all over. My pits were licked, my abs, my cock in the jockstrap was stroked, and finally my nipples were released and licked by Justin. I was let down and Rick strapped me facedown onto the fuck bench. Brian and Rick took turns putting elbow grease in my hole which got me so horned up. Rick released the ball gag and Mark fed me his dick, and Justin ate Mark’s ass. There were fingers, one, two, three, four, to open me up. A small butt plug then larger was fucked into my hole, and Brian grabbed Justin, who had a nice hard cock and told him to fuck me. Justin greased up his rod, aimed and started to make entry. He was moaning and thrashing “Oh yeah! Fucking tight Hot Hole!” He got balls deep, and started to slowly stroke in and out when Brian pulled him out of me and pushed his hard cock into my ass. Justin lined up behind Brian and entered him! Aaron rushed over and fed me his cock, stopping to slap my face with that big cock. Brandon joined him and they took turns fucking my face with their cocks. Brian started to moan and shout… making me think he was going to cum. Before he did, he pulled out and roughly pulled his cock and balls away from each other to stop. his load. DAMN! But, I had no rest as Rick lined up his cock to my ass lips. I could feel him barely toughing me as he spanked my ass. Hard! Without mercy! Then suddenly he shoved all 8 raw inches into me balls deep. All I remember from that point on was Rick moaning through clenched teeth, boys fucking my face, and stroking cocks with both hands. I didn’t know who or what, but I wanted to be bred. Rick hollered that he was close and everyone got more intent. Rick pulled me onto him from my shoulders as he drove his big cock into me. And, then I felt him shudder. He convulsed as he dumped into me. Justin pushed my head back as his first spurt landed on my chin. They both pumped their cocks and before Rick was done, he pulled out and let Brian back in. Rick continued to shoot as Brian jackhammered my hole while Brandon bit his nipples. The warm flood of Rick’s load in my hole got Brian to shoot quickly, and he bred me too. They shot their cum on and in me and I was still working a cock when Brian sunk his face into my ass. He ate my ass, and those two loads out and then pulled Rick and fed them to him. Mark came around and licked up the cum that was on my back and face as I stood up! I grabbed a cold drink, but my untouched cock was pulsing! I took a few more letters of the alphabet, the other half of the Viagra and leaned against the St. Andrew’s cross and watched a flick for a while featuring geared up muscle hunks and boys. I looked over at Just and he was watching me. I grabbed the leather gear that I was to wear later and threw it on the table next to Justin. He looked at me with a puzzled look and I grabbed the back of his head and pulled his open mouth to mine. I tongue fucked his mouth and had him. I looked at the gear and it was a chain mail cod piece with cock ring with leather sides that adjusted. I told him “You’re going to get geared up in leather and act like a good sub boy!” He lustfully looked at me and said “Yes, Sir!” I put the jock without the cod piece on and pulled his hard cock through the opening. It stood straight up and was rock hard! I wrapped an adjustable cock ring on him and leaned over and took him in my mouth all the way until his pubes were scratching my nose. When I started to put the cod piece on I had to bend his dick down which got him harder and hotter. It Then I grabbed the half leather harness and snapped it into place. It was a little big, even at the smallest snaps, but he looked hot. His 6-pack was heaving in anticipation, as I put arm band on his right arm to show he was a bottom. I looked to be sure the cam was on, and led him to the center of the floor and pushed him to the sub position. He spoke back to me, and I smacked his pecs as a warning to speak when spoken to. I let him stay there as I got lube, checked the cam picture, and, pulled on a full body harness. I was really geared up as I stood in front of him. He started to move, but “Ah, ah, ah, when you are invited!” he nodded and waited. I told him to approach and stand tall. With his arms behind him. And when he got to me I kissed him. His friend or boyfriend watched in disbelief. I bit his nipples, smacked them, licked his neck and abs, and rubbed his leather covered cock against my face. I pulled his arms over his head and licked and smelled his rank pits, and slowly pulled the codpiece off. His big 9 incher sprung up and as I grabbed it, I asked “What do you want, boy?” His answer was perfect “whatever Sir wants!” I only wanted his ass! I pushed him backwards onto the fuck bench and picked his legs over my shoulders… I was lubing his hole and sucking his cock at the same time and he begged “Please, Sir, please take me!” I bent down and plowed my hard cock into his hole. He was so loose and lubed I went right in. I put my arms under his back and picked him up and moved him to the sling while on my cock. He fit perfectly and started the steady bounce from the sling. I felt my balls tingle and knew I’d cum soon. I asked “where do you want my cum?” “My chest!” he answered. Fuck that! I plowed my cock in and started to cum with spurt after spurt into his hole! I kissed him as I came and said your ass is where my cum fits!” I flipped him onto his stomach on the sling and grabbed Aaron’s head and pushed it into his buddy’s hole. He ate my cum from Justin as Brandon sucked his cock. Spent, I flopped onto a deck chair and relaxed. Mark and Brian thanked me for coming over, and Rick gave me his cell # and all his profiles. I felt Rick’s cum in my guts and sloshed to my car.

So this actually isn't fiction, this just happened starting yesterday afternoon. Originally posted on my tumblr which, BEWARE is very extreme gay fetish sex. sewerfaggot.tumblr.com Goddamn meth is a helluva drug. Not that I even consumed that much (maybe a .75 grams?) but I maintained my high over the day and took a good 5 hour break when I went out with friends to the bars. This shit accumulates tho, and I drank tequila and beer at the bar and then pissed into my empty beer bottles and drank it again so I was recycling my chem piss. Then, when I got home I was of course utterly depraved and determined to get six billiard balls in my already worked cunt; see my posts from earlier today. So in the course of about 20 hours I created this tumblr, self fisted my hole deeper than ever before, and broke my personal record of 6 balls in my ass insane deep, in fact two are still way up there and not coming out until they damn well please. I went out with straight friends to straight dive bars so there was no privacy in the bathrooms (which always gets me off, filthy LA urinals and toilet stalls with no doors). It was real fuckin obviously I was pissing into my beer bottle in the urinal and this not bad lookin hipster dude blatantly watched me while showing me his possing cock. I looked him straight in the eyes and with a half hard cock swigged my bottle of my incredibly potent chem/tequila piss. His jaw dropped and his eyebrows raised, I sneered and looked down at his cock which was twitching. That was a first. Got home and got my two ball stretcher weights on, just over 1lb I believe, a bunch of super tight cock rings and went to work on my ass. First off i took a huge piss in a cup, rolled onto my back ass up and used a large gauge syringe with a long tube to deeply inject my cunt with a hefty dose of super chempiss. Staying upside down for a bit so the toxic liquid could flow deeper into my guts, I massaged my hole and pulled it open into a nice gape, air sucking in ensuring the chem enema was not coming out. Refilled the same syringe with thick jlube and filled my now buzzing gaping hungry cunt to form my favorite thick toxic slime. My cock was rock hard, heavily weighted balls feeling real good swingin around. Greased up my hand an a billiard ball and dove in. Stuffed the first ball past my 2nd ring effectively plugging the slime in me. Greased up my caterpillar dong, huffed poppers and eased down, feeling my guts expand with the toxic lube and the ball being pushed deeper. I sat on it, gyrating and snorting poppers watching shit videos for a solid 5 minutes. I repeated this cycle for about 2 hours until 3 billiard balls were well past my 2nd ring and not coming out. Rolled onto my back again ass up and massaged my stretched cunt into a nice gape and dropped two more balls in along with some more chem piss and Vaseline. Strong snort of poppers, closed my eyes and relaxed, letting my hungry ass suck everything in deeper and the 6th ball just sank in. My cock leaked a combo of precum and piss into my hungry mouth while I flexed my ass and worked my muscles, pulling the balls and chemlube slime into my oh so hungry guts. I stood up and watched more shit porn for a good ten minutes swinging my heavily stretched balls around and enjoying the challenge of keeping all that in my guts. To drive home the night (or I was just high as fuck on poppers and t) I sat on my caterpillar dong again and slowly, hurt so good panting hungry greedily fuckpig moaning pushed the whole fucking mass into my guts. A few quick strokes on my purple swollen cock and BAM ORGAsm. No cum tho cuz the dong and balls blocked the flow. Drenched in sweat, utterly covered in crisco, vaseline, piss, jlube, and ass I slowly eased off the dong and let 2 balls sensually plop out along with a hefty amount of slime which I covered myself in. I fucking love wallowing in my filth. Fisted one more ball outa me but the other two are the perfect ass pacifiers right now as I soak in my hottub enjoying this beautiful morning and my fuckin twisted high. Only thing that was missing was a few pounds of shit to eat, a cock pissing more chem piss down my faggot greedy sewer throat, and someone to film it all. But hey, I’m just a shameless fuckin sewer faggot who will never be satisfied for long. Would love to hear your thoughts pigs. Happy Sunday.

Had been edging online with my favorite letters and had a very persistent guy chat me up. He agreed to come over and brought some jock/leather gear, favors of all sorts, and so we started watching some online porn, partying, chatting with others, getting turnt, opened my webcam and recorded me giving him head while we both were geared up and flying. He turned me around on cam and stuck his nice and thick raw cock in me and fucked hard and deep. By this time I didn't care about the cam, but wanted more cock and his load. We fell to the ground and he pumped my ass full on cam, then jumped up and bolted while his cum leaked from my hole. Can't wait to do it again.

Come join the hottest men at the hottest party in LA @ DenLA! Get your presale price tickets now, prices go up day of the event! Ticket price includes: *Open Bar!* *DJ royalty!* *Fierce lighting & sound* *GoGo's & Porn Stars!* *2 Slings, darkrooms, dungeon bed!* *Hot Men!* *Sex!* WWW.DENLAPRESENTS.COM Cum join us at the hottest night of dancing and debauchery in LA. Presale tickets are available online or hard copy at Rough Trade Gear http://www.roughtradegear.com/ LOCATION: 10914 S La Cienega Blvd, Lennox, CA 90304 TIME: 9:30 PM - 2:30 AM Get your tickets soon before it sells out! OPEN BAR! Dance to the sexiest beats in the main room and explore the play spaces throughout, including theme rooms, fuck benches, 2 slings, and a dungeon bed! Gear is encouraged! No basic Street Clothes on the floor: break out your leather, harness, rubber, and assless chaps, singlets, rugby shorts, nicely worn jock or briefs, or just come with a smile. Free clothes check! Smell-patrol in full effect (my nose), no heavy cologne or deodorant, we're all men here. Come dance, drink, and fuck! See you men there! With Love and Sex, Damon

I am hearing about this Fort Troff Party May 6th 2017, in ATL...has anyone been to one? Does anyone have any info? Is it worth it to fly to? https://www.eventbrite.com/e/fort-troff-maneuvers-registration-33472349699?aff=M4U