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Author's Note: If you've made it this far and have not read the Sorrowful Author's Note, please do. It adds important context to all chapters of this story. Have you ever been in a situation where you felt just a rush of “acceptance” and began to embrace the reality of things happening around you? As an example, I hate waiting in lines, especially if they are progressing inefficiently and I can see the bottlenecks. You’ll never hear me bitch more, verbally redesigning the workflow to those with me, trying my hardest just not to jump in and go fix it. Eventually I realize there’s nothing I can do and I have this moment of “radical acceptance.” This is how it is, this is how it’s going to be, and I should just let go. That analogy is not great, because in this case, I was having a great time…but I was still figuring out how to get the line moving as quickly as possible. I do remember at that moment have that feeling of “radical acceptance” – I relaxed on to the padded table, relaxed my legs and spread them as much as possible, and just waited eagerly. I could hear people making more drinks and a couple of people nearby stroking their dicks. I think it was Jacob next to me rubbing my chest, rubbing my dick through my wet jock, pulling it aside and stroking my dick, pulling on my balls. I wasn’t used to not having a gag in my mouth and I still didn’t know if I was allowed to speak, so I moaned and breathed fast while my body got worked. Afterall, Ethan had told me not to speak unless spoken to or asked a question. I desperately wanted to say “this is fucking amazing, I want more dick, I want more piss...I feel so fucking good.” But I didn’t. Jacob stopped with his rubdown and said “You good boy?” I responded enthusiastic and happy, “Fuck yes, sir.” Jacob walked in to the living room to where the sounds were coming from, nearby where I imagined the drinks were stationed. I sort of zoned out while I laid there. At this point in my life, age 31, I had been in plenty of group situations, several times in a sling or on a fuck bench, several times blindfolded bent over my own bed. There is a certain feeling you get when in those positions which is often overwhelmed by your excitement, horniness, and anticipation. I’d love to call it simply feeling “vulnerable” – but that’s not exactly it. You just feel…exposed. And not in a bad way, just exposed. I was certainly physically “exposed” at this point, but I didn’t feel anything one way or the other about that fact. I felt hungry and excited and like I was in a comfortable state. Outside looking in, I’d have thought I’d feel the opposite, especially since I had no idea who was around me, who was using my holes, who was looking at me and touching me. Only one of the times when I got fucked in the bathhouse was I also restrained and blindfolded, and I do remember having some apprehension then…not now! Two of the guys who were in the room with me stroking their dicks had walked over to me and got on either side of the table and my body and began giving me a similar strong, deep tissue rub down of my chest. It’s amazing how difficult it is once your senses are super amped and your blindfolded to know who’s hands whose. I could mostly tell whether it was the guy on the right or the left but at a certain point it all just felt like raw sexual touching. One of the guys started to run his fingers through my hair and grabbed different sections of my hair and pulled on it, twisting my head around slightly each time. He ran his hand down over my face, and shoved two fingers in my mouth, past my closed lips. I could taste, again, the piss that had been soaking my hair. He wrapped his hands around my neck and squeezed slightly. His other hand pinched my nipple at varying levels of intensity, pulling on it sharply on occasion. At the same as the first guy, the other guy had reached around to the back of my ass and was also playing with my dick and balls, which Jacob had left free by pulling my jock to the side. He had one hand roughly stroking my dick and occasionally switching to pulling my balls, while he started fingering my hole. My hole was plenty lubricated at this point, with piss and cum, and obviously had been opened up quite a bit, so he started with two fingers and quickly had three in there. It occurred to me at this point that I had no clue whether either of these guys had been involved with what had just happened in the Cage. Were either of them involved before, coming back for more? Were they two new people? I had no idea. Neither of the dudes who had pissed in the urinal had cum to the best of knowledge, so maybe they were ready to now. “You gonna fuck him?” asked the other guy, still working my nipples and rubbing me. “Cuz I’m gonna get my dick in his mouth! You should breed his ass!” “Is there any lube over there?” I had no idea where “over there” was, but I imagined there was some by each of the various play areas but didn’t know. “Hey man” the guy said towards the area where the drinks were. “Do you know where there’s lube?” “I think in the kitchen, I’ll grab it.” said an unknown voice. He walked by me and the two guys and said “Is it time to use the Boy again?” and laughed walking into the kitchen. From the drinks area another guy said, “wait, does anyone have to piss?” and you could almost here everybody have the realization that this was totally an option. Even when you’re super in to watersports and even though this was a party focused on that, it isn’t necessarily often that you get to piss all over a bottom and lube them up. It was just a combination of “oh yeah” and “uh huh” type recognition that they could actually do that without any issue or worry. “I could go.” Said yet another new voice. I heard many of the guys start to walk over to where I was and I realized then how much quieter it was than before. The guy fingering my hole had gotten more aggressive and quicker with his thrusting in to my hole. While this happened, the guy standing near my head pulled my body towards him a bit, as much as he could give my legs were attached to the metal poles. It was enough movement that he was able to slap his dick on my face a few times. The height of the table seemed perfect – his dick was directly in front of my face when my head was turned towards it. “Open your mouth Boy and suck my dick!” “Yes sir” I responded, the first thing I had said out loud. I still did not know if I was supposed to be speaking or telling the guys how good they felt or still was meant to simply stay silent. I opened my mouth and he wiped his dick across my face and then pushed it slowly in to my mouth and I began to give him head while he pushed and pulled out repeatedly. “I wonder which hole is going to feel better. So far, this one is pretty nice!” he said while I was still getting fingered. The other guy said back, “I dunno, it’s pretty nice back here as well. I’ll tell you in a second.” Presumably the guy who said he could piss had moved close to the table, because he then said, “You want some more piss on you Boy? Fuck it, I don’t give a shit, here comes!” I attempted to say “Give it to me sir” but with a dick in my mouth I only was able to slightly pull my head back and grunt again. He started by hitting me direct on the side of my face, and it rolled down on to the guys dick I was suck and he quickly moved down my body and to my dick and balls. He stayed there and as the other guy kept finger me and the piss naturally ran down and over my hole and the guys fingers. “That’s fucking amazing. So hot!” said one the audience guys followed by the guy with his dick in my mouth saying “Give me a little more up here!” The guys piss stopped and he rubbed my body and pinched my nipples, stroked my dick and said, “You’re by fucking piss pig Boy. I’ll be ready to do that again soon.” I could hear him walk to get more drink. He was serious, he was getting his fluids in so he could go again. The way the pad on the table sank with my body on it meant that all the piss that had been sprayed on me I was now laying in it, and any movement of my body made both a slight squeaking and sloshing sound… I could feel the wet around my body. I kept sucking on the guys dick while the other guy removed his fingers from my ass and said “I think we’re ready to see the Boy get fucked again!” “Yeah, it’s fucking time! Get inside that hole!” I heard the squeeze from a bottle of lube and the guy by my hole stroke his dick a few times. It didn’t sound like he needed any time to get hard…and I was right. He spent about a half a second getting his dick placed by the center of my hole and pushed in fast and hard and when all the way in…after one fast thrust…he seemed to push up a bit with his dick and just stayed there. I rolled my mouth of the guys dick briefly only to howl like a dog in heat, and the guy inside me did a lower guttural load moan continuing to push and keep his dick inside my hole. I had never been on whatever this sex furniture was, but it was different than a sling. Unlike a sling which moves back and forth, front and back, the table was rock solid stable and not moving, like a fuck bench. The only movement that could happen would be me shuffling my body back slightly, but my legs were still restrained. I had tried to pull back just a bit while he stayed buried in my hole. My head was then turned back towards the guys dick. “You want another dick in your mouth, Boy?” Holy shit. At some point when I turned away from the guy to moan, the first guy had left and was already replaced by another. “Yes…….sir…….please.” I was panting a little bit because the dick in my ass was still deep inside of me and it was large enough that I had gotten worked up and was breathing fast. “Man, get your dick in there, shut this Boy up so I can fuck him!” With one dick in my ass buried, I opened my mouth and now had one in my mouth. The guy in my mouth was not as gentle as the first guy, pumping in and out of my mouth over and over, his dick long enough that if he went all the way in I definitely gagged and chocked. He did this multiple times, and I could hear the familiar sounds of someone getting face fucked. Someone was me, Boy. He continued to grab the longer hair on the back top of my head and pull me towards him. “Yeah, fuck his hole!” the guy said to the guy inside me, who had begun moments ago pulling back and thrusting in to me. My hole at this point was still wrapped around the dick in hole but was even more relaxed. At the same time, it felt incredibly sensitive. The fucking continued and the guy had a great rhythm – hard and fast but not too fast, and he’d change things up occasionally with his direction. My hole was getting bred. I think the other guy who had been in the room had now come to the side of the table and like before started to play the rest of my body, but in a slightly different way. He replaced the one guys hand on the back of my head and pulled on my hair while pushing my head on to the guys dick further. His other hand started pulling on my dick, and not gently. He’d occasionally grab my balls and pull them up, I assume so he could see my hole get fucked. “That looks like a fucking nice hole!” “It is really fucking hot man. You gotta fuck it!” “Oh, I will!” Ethan was suddenly present. He seemed to be walking in from the kitchen. “Boy, you got three pigs working you over like a good cum and piss pig. I bet you feel really good like that.” I tried to pull off of the guys dick to say something but I was being face fucked and the guy was not slowing up. Nor was the guy fucking my ass. Jacob was also suddenly in the room, or so it felt. I wasn’t sure if he’d been there the whole time. He had been there the whole time in the kitchen. Had he watched all of this and just stayed silent? “Boy, it was fun enough fucking you by ourselves, but watching you get worked by all this dick…damn! You’re getting worked, Boy!” The guy in my mouth kept going and my jaw needed a break, but none seemed to be coming. I was wrong. He thrust a few more times – my ass still getting fucked – and the guy groaned and I could feel him cum in my mouth. One, two, three shots of sperm…it wasn’t the biggest load, but it was more than average. He pulled his dick out after a few minutes and before I even had a chance to swallow, his hand was by my face. “Spit it out.” I hadn’t even had a moment to try to swallow or do anything. I couldn’t even really think of how to spit cuz I was still getting fucked hard and having my dick pulled on. I managed to collect his jizz in my mouth and spit it on to his hand. He wiped my cheek where some had dribbled down. He moved away and towards where my hole was getting fucked… “Pull his balls back” he said to the guy stroking my dick, the “Pull out a but so I can get some on your dick for you to fuck in him.” Both of them did exactly that. “They did say we should try to get as many loads in his hole as possible. Now I’ll have my cum in both! You like that, Boy?” It was a question, I could respond, “Oh fuck yeah, have him fuck your load into me, sir!” He reached between my legs, and the tips of his finger touched the top of my hole and the guys dick, right at the entry inside of me. He rubbed some of his load on my hole and I’m guessing dripped some on the guy’s dick. I could feel his hand wrap around the dick in my ass because it rubbed against my hole also. Jacob and Ethan seemed to have positioned themselves for a better view. “Oh yeah, Boy is a cum and piss slut. That’s fucking hot!” “Jesus Christ, the Boy is so fucking hot! He needs more, I think. Don’t ya Boy.” “Please sir. Use me. I want more please, sir.” The guy had removed his hand, and my balls had been dropped back in to place, my nipples and dick being worked again. As the guy began to fuck my ass, there was another person by the side of my head, who told me to “get my dick hard because I’m next Boy.” He started slow fucking my face as the pounding of my hole got harder. With his dick and my hole covered in the other guys cum, the guy fucking my ass seemed to be even harder than before and was not holding back on fucking my ass. Meanwhile, I was working hard to keep sucking the dick in my mouth. It wasn’t as long, but it was fat! “Fuck his hole, give him another load!” My hole was so hungry for his load and like he had done at the start, without any notice, drove his dick all the way in and shit his load in me, growling while he came in my ass. “Fuck yeah dude, you shoot a big load up there.” The guy inside me just kept panting and growling, “Yeah, he’s my fucking Boy, my pig!” I was still filled up with this fatty dick when the guy fucking me pulled out almost all the way fast, causing me to almost bite down on the dick in my mouth. He stopped just shy of pulling out. “Hold on those loads!” He popped out at the same time the guy in my mouth pulled out. “Get in there, man!” The fat dick was already touching my hole, and he was in me in under 15 seconds from the last guy. “I’m going to give you my thick fat giant load, Boy.” “Yes, sir, please sir……please!” He was inside me for less than 45 seconds, his dick so fat that I could really feel it inside of me. He began to shoot his load, groaning and growling “take my load, take that fucking load.” I was a bit overwhelmed at this point, but I could tell he shot a big load…you can just feel it sometimes. “Thank you, sir, thank you! Thank you for that hot fucking load!” The guy to my side pulled back my balls again while the fat dick pulled out and Ethan voiced his approval, “that is exactly what we wanted, the Boy loaded up, covered in pissed, wrecked.” The guy released my balls, slapped my dick and backed away. Jacob gave the next set of directions… “Guys, let’s get some drinks and then we’re on to round three. We’ll get the Boy some water too.” “Thank you, sir!” I said. Despite all the piss, I was sweating a ton and needed a drink. Jacob replied, “Boy, you’ll be pissing at some point too, so we need you hydrated.” Ethan had been detaching the restraints, and I was able to sit up, still seated on the bed. I could hear the others where the drinks were. “Did you enjoy that Boy? Do you enjoy getting used by all those guys? Do you want more?” “I loved it sir, I felt so good, I feel so good, I want to get used all the time like that, sir!” “Good boy, I’m glad. Let’s get you some water.” I tried to make a mental tally of how many people had done something with me at that point. There were the four from the kitchen, there were two that had cum in me on the table, one that had pissed on me. One that had stroked my dick. But I didn’t know if any of those were the same people though, but if they were all different, that was eight people. If there were twenty people there, did I really have more than half left? Whoa! Yeah, I needed some water. I paused for a second. “I didn’t answer one of your questions, sir.” “Oh?” “I never want it to end. I want MUCH MUCH MUCH more!”

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My Playroom—February, 2022 It was Tuesday. Not a day I am often looking for sex. But I got an early morning text from my college piss boy. He was horny. Super horny. He needed to drink my piss. I was surprised and pleased. He has always been a last minute kind of trick—and I like to plan. And tank up. He asked to come late afternoon/early evening. I said yes. We chatted a little more throughout the morning. (He was either at work or class, I don’t remember.) He asked me to start saving my piss. I found an old thermos. I preheated it with boiling water…then began pissing into as I hydrated, waiting for his arrival. He was a shade later than we’d said—but all was good. He came in like a whirlwind out of the cold. Down we went to the playroom… The tall, thin boy strips and tosses his clothing into the chair by the television. “I couldn’t find all my slutty clothes.” He has a lacy crop top under his shirt. And that’s all. His cock is in a cage. “I need your piss, Daddy. And to suck that big daddy dick…” He kneels on the padded part of the floor, right at the end of the fuck bench. I have stripped, too, down to my jock. I take a moment to sit on the bed so I can put my boots back on. I slowly lace them up. Making him wait. And squirm. “Daddy….please….” I stand up. My cock is stretching the pouch of my jock obscenely. I bring it over to his mouth. He inhales. Deeply. And begins to lick at the balls not quite contained in the jock. I finally pull out just my testicles. Making him wait for the main course. He licks and sucks on my hairy nuts. Moaning. Cooing. Constantly slathering them with his spit. My cock emerges. He takes me deep in his throat before he even licks the head. Down to the root. Over and over. Only then does he pull off and start licking the head. And the piss slit—constantly working his tongue in there for a drop of juice. He wants anything my cock can give him. “Do you have piss for me, Daddy?” I take my dick out of his mouth and grab the back of his head—pulling him into my ball sack that he has left so wet. I don’t touch my shaft. I think hard about pissing…and in a moment, I can. I pull back from him with “Open your mouth.” The piss is delivered in a perfect arc into wide, baby bird at feeding time, mouth. He gurgles his pleasure as he swallows it down. It’s not a lot. As the stream loses strength, I get my pissing cock into his mouth. Directly down his throat. He waits until the stream stops—and then begins sucking my dick in earnest. “Get up on the bench. I want to taste your ass.” He crawls up. Getting in place. PIC 1 I kneel and tongue the youngest hole in my stable of men. He opens easily. Someday I will fuck him—but I know it’s not tonight. I revel in the feel of his hairless, soft ass. My bladder tells me I have more piss. I rear up and shower his ass crack. “Piss me, Daddy.” I watch the nearly clear liquid run down his crack. The moment I stop I am back on my knees, cleaning up his hole. Eventually I stand up. I fuck his ass crack, pumping my dick up and down along his crack. It coats itself with the piss I’ve missed. I take it to his hungry mouth. He cleans me up—catching sight of himself doing it in the big mirror there. He loves the look of his sissy self with my monster contorting the shape of his mouth. I go back to his butt. I piss some more on his crack and wet fuck the channel—telling him how someday I’ll be inside of him. I bring him my super wet cock to clean. “I really want you in my pussy, Daddy. Someday.” And he gulps me down, savoring the piss on my cock… * We’ve moved to the sling. Ass eating and piss. And a little head—though it’s never a great position with him craning his head down and around to get to me. I spend some time playing with his cramped dick in the cage. I make his cock strain against the sides of the cage. I piss on it. He groans as the hot liquid drips down from his mound of useless cock and over his balls and then his ass cheeks. I kneel and lick up my piss. I stand back up. My cock is lightly greased. I fuck his wet balls. This makes him pant. His eyes are on the mirror above him as he watches me toy with his hairless orbs. “Up. My turn in the sling.” We change over. I lie back, my boots on the chains. “Now lick my balls as I jerk.” “Yes, Daddy.” “Do you remember? Try to get to my sweet spot—between my cock ring and my sack…” He gets busy. I stroke. Zeroing in on how good his tongue feels. He finds my spot and makes my cock drip. I lightly coat my cock head with the extra precum for him to lick off. He does, deftly, before going back to my spot—hoping to make me drool out some more. “It’s getting late, Daddy—can you give me your cum?” I tell him I want him on the bed for that. Once I’m out of the sling, I lie down on the cool top sheet. My entire body is reflected in the mirror running along the side of the bed. My legs splay open. “Suck my dick, boy…” He does. I close my eyes. I think about his ass. His tight hole. Why it is off limits. How good it tastes. How I love to piss his butt. How I would love to fuck him. Breed him. I have an image of my cock pulling out and a single drop of cum dripping from his hairless ass—and I’m there. I shoot into his mouth. Volley after volley. We lie there for a long moment. Curled up together. Then he gets up and starts dressing. “Daddy—the Thermos. We didn’t use it.” I give it to him. He undoes the stopper and takes a long, satisfied swig. One for the road… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: “Piss me, Daddy...” (felchingpisser.blogspot.com) March 28,2022

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