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A few years ago I decided to take time away from the world and find myself. I had just really started getting into dressing and acting feminine and wanted to spend an evening with somebody who would treat me like a woman. I ended up finding just that in a huge black guy named Kenny. Kenny had responded to a lengthy craigslist add that I had put up exaining that I was a CD looking to spend an evening being pampered and made love to. Not super hard fucking, just good sex. I informed him that I was a little on the bigger side but more curvy than anything with a nice round bubble butt. I also made it clear that I was DDF (with exception to weed and some hallucinogens) and wanted somebody who was the same. He replied with his size and stats, told me he was into weed as well and that he was very interested in me by my post. He said he wasn't trying to fuck a whole lot of people but wanted one steady thing. I told him I would consider it if things went well. He sent a picture of his cock with the message. Around 9 inches, a slight curve, massive head and plenty of girth. It looked amazing. He asked if I wanted poppers but I assured him that I wouldn't need them as I play with toys every day and it wouldn't take much to fit that monster in his pants in my butt. He talked for the rest of the night and agreed to meet that following weekend. I spent over an hour dolling myself up with my best wig and everything. I had gone for a wax the day prior to so I was sure my skin was smooth as silk for him. I slid a big plug in my ass and threw on a little makeup and then put on my lingerie. Nothing special, just a body stocking with a choker necklace. I gave myself a once over and thought I looked pretty damn good so I threw a pair of heels in the passenger seat, removed the plug and took off to meet him at his house. When I arrived, I slid on the heels and met him at the door. His eyes grew so wide when he saw me, looking me up and down. "Daaaaaaaaamn, baby mama! You look sexy!" I blushed and thanked him as he invited me inside. He offered me a place to sit on the couch and brought me a Rum & coke and a big fat blunt. We smoked the blunt together, talking about what we were into. He told me he was into slow, soft sex but could also get down with some serious fucking. He said he had fucked a couple twines before but nobody like me which made me blush again. He started to caress my thigh and play with my nipples while telling me how much he would love to come home every day to me on his bed with my ass clapping and ready to take his warm loads. "Do you think you have what it takes to dick this down?" I asked with a devilish grin. He laughed and said there was only one way to find out. I tossed back my drink and we finished the blunt before he put on some music and then came back to me with a smile. "Would you give me a lap dance?" he asked. I told him I had never done that before but I was willing to try for him. He smiled and pulled a chair from the kitchen and sat down in his living room. Rick Ross was on the stereo and I was a little nervous because in my head I could imagine me grinding on him, making my ass pop to Ross but I didn't think I could make it look as good as it did in my head he told me not to be nervous and to give it my best shot. I waited for the beat to drop and started popping my hips and shaking my ass, I really enjoyed myself. I was slow at first, trying to tease him a little, then I went full force, rubbing my ass against his bulge, bouncing up and down on it.... At one point, I felt his hands go down and undo his pants, releasing that leviathan of a cock and I slid right up the crack of my ass when it stood up. "Wow that's really big" I said. "Too big?" He asked. I told him no. "Daddy, i don't care how big it is, My ass is spreading for you and that whole thing is going inside me tonight one way or another." He smiled and grabbed my ass and kissed me. I kissed him back as his tongue parted my lips and started proving inside my mouth as my ass continued to grind against his cock. All of a sudden, I felt the tip of his cock slide through my ass crack and poke just past my first ring which made me jump. Not in pain, not at all, but surprise. He got up inside me so easily. "Wow, you do like to play with toys" we both laughed. "That was naughty, daddy." "Ya. You've been a naughty girl. Daddy will have to spank you. Would you like that, baby mama?" I smiled and nodded. He hooked my legs into his arms and carried me off to the bedroom with one of his fingers sliding into my ass..... Part 2 Coming Soon!

Let’s see those XXL dildos and monster Toys!! I’ll start…

Hi guys! I'm considering buying some dildoes. Any advantages of rubber over silicone? I think I have a rubber/latex allergy - hilarious I know ( me being a condom free zone ). Maybe I have a legit excuse to bareback? Interested to know if rubber dildoes have any advantages.

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: Part 4 will be posted on 12/28/2025 as well. Also, 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. Ethan walked back to the Trunk to gather some additional items, but I couldn't tell by the sounds what was being gathered. There were so many things in the Trunk that could be used, really at any time. And because I had no idea what this play session would include or how long it would last, there was no point in trying to guess. "Boy, get on your feet and spread your legs shoulder width apart once you're standing." "Yes, sir." I tried to say, but the ball gag made it sound like an unintelligible grunt. He pulled the ball gag out of my mouth and rested the ball on my chin. “Yes, sir!” I repeated. He grabbed my dick and my balls with just one hand; a reminder of his physical size compared to mine. He pulled on both firmly and then began switching on pulling on my balls and dick separately for a minute or so. I now knew what he was gathering from the Trunk. He grabbed my dick and balls again and with his other hand, wrapped what felt like a thick silicone cock ring over my dick and around my balls, pulling both through the cock ring. He continued to adjust the cock ring until it was as far down on my shaft as possible. I had expected that to be all the gear going around my dick and balls. Ethan got down on his knees and pulled on my balls, stretching my balls away from my body. He placed one part of what felt like a metal ball stretcher around my ball sack between my dick and my balls and snapped the other piece in place to complete the ring. He seemed to use some tool to fully attach the two, so the ball stretcher would not be coming off All this time I'm gently moaning, loving every minute of it, my dick is semi hard but sort of pulsing. There’s so much happening to my body that I don’t think my dick knew what to do. I was incredibly horny and felt that sense of anticipation when everything that happened ended up surprising you. He started slapping my dick and my balls, over and over, gently at first but increasing in intensity. From the top, from the bottom, from the left, from the right. He yanks on both my dick and balls every once in a while, but uses two hands now, likely because of the stretcher on my balls. "You like how that feels, Boy? You're starting to shape up as my Submissive." "It feels fucking amazing, Sir. I wish I could see." "Don't worry, Boy, you'll get a chance to see everything at some point." I can tell my dick is completely hard now only because every time he slaps it, it bounces around a bit like only a completely hard dick would. He walks around to my backside and picks something up off the floor and starts to place it over my head. It was a harness. I owned three harnesses but rarely used them because, for some reason, putting on a harness confuses the hell out of me. I loved the fact I was getting to wear one. Ethan had the harness on me, tightened and adjusted in seconds. "Fuck Boy, I forgot something." He walked back to the trunk. He then reached underneath the harness straps and attached nipple clamps to both of my nipples. I could feel a metal chain connect them. He continued to adjust the tightness of the claps, pulling on the chain to try to get them to come off my nipples and adjusting them tighter each time until he could pull on the chain to his satisfaction, but without the clips coming off. This process kept me jerking involuntarily when the intense sensations occurred every time a nipple clamp would come off. I would let out a yelp and my body would tense. "How's that feeling, Boy? Those are probably going to get tighter so enjoy this while it lasts." "Thank you, Sir, it feels great." He got on his knees behind me and attached a thick leather cuff to each of my ankles. “Stand with your feet shoulder with apart, Boy!” “Yes, sir.” The clang of metal chains was easily identifiable, and I could tell he was attaching the chain to the cuffs and connecting the cuffs to each other. When he stood up, I tried to move my foot and sure enough, they were not going any further than shoulder width. He then attached similar but smaller cuffs to my wrists and connected them with a similar chain. Hanging from the middle of that chain was another chain. I could feel the weight of the chains on my arms. "Boy, are you ready for the good part? It's time to get you really prepared for the rest of our time together." He unclipped one of my wrists from the chain then brought my hands behind my back and reattached the chain between my wrists. "I'm ready, Sir." “Get down on your knees then bend forward until your face is on the floor. Then pull those ass cheeks apart and present your hole to me!” “Yes, sir!” I got down on my knees then slowly bent forward until my face touched the ground, then turned my head to the side and rested my cheek on the wood floor. It’s harder to bend over like this with your hands behind your back. I spread my cheeks apart as far as I could, given the limitations of the chain and the restraints. “Here is my hole, Sir!” “It’s my hole, Boy. It doesn’t belong to you anymore. Do you understand, Boy?” “Yes, sir! Here is your hole, sir!” “Good Boy.” I heard the sound of lube being pumped out of the XL size buckets you can buy – at least I assumed it was lube. I found out immediately when he rubbed the lube all over my hole, gently fingering some in as well. He continued to finger me until four of his fingers where inside of me. I was moaning constantly while he worked my hole. I could tell that my hole was loosening up and responding to the fingering. “Thank you, sir! Please open my hole up!” I felt a little bit lightheaded and like I was floating and spinning. Being blindfolded completely messes with the senses that orient you to your environment. I also noticed how I was far more sensitive to the sounds around me, and specifically the chains clanging every time I moved. Ethan pulled his fingers out and had an idea what was coming next. My hole was contracting and releasing all on its own. My hole was hungry… "Boy, do you want some water before we continue? I want to keep you hydrated." "Yes sir, may I have some water sir?" Before getting up and going to get the water, I felt Ethan position the tip of some type of toy against my hole. In one firm and aggressive motion, he inserted the toy all the way in to its base. It was a small to medium size buttplug and was now locked into my hole. Ethan had selected something that would be challenging, but also not hurt or overwhelm me or risk me wanting to stop. He was clearly making sure I could go the distance. "Stay here and don’t move, Boy, I'll get you some water." (To be continued…)

The story you’re about to read is woven from the threads of my own experiences, though I’ve taken some creative liberties. It unfolds through the eyes of a young man seeking something deeper than fleeting moments of physical connection—a journey that echoes my own from years past under the tutelage of my Dom. As I navigated the crowded space, I was struck by the diversity of the crowd. There were those who exuded confidence, their presence commanding respect, and others who, like me, were newcomers, seeking guidance and understanding. It was a world where vulnerability was not a weakness but a strength, a badge of honor worn with pride. Here, i found not just a community, but a family. We are bound by trust, respect, and a shared understanding of the path we walk." Under his tutelage, I began to understand the nuances of the lifestyle. It was not just about the physical acts, but about the mental and emotional connection that made those acts meaningful. He taught me that dominance and submission were not about power, but about trust and surrender. It was a dance, a delicate balance where both partners were equal, their roles defined by mutual consent and understanding. As I delved deeper into the world, I realized that the BDSM lifestyle was a journey of self-discovery. It was a place where I could explore my desires, my fears, and my strengths. The community embraced me, offering support and guidance, their experiences a beacon in the dark. Through the lens of my journey, I hope to capture the essence of this world—a world where intimacy is not just physical, but a profound connection of the mind and soul. It is a place where vulnerability is celebrated, and trust is the foundation upon which everything is built. To those who are curious, I invite you to explore this world with an open mind and heart. It is a journey that can lead to profound self-discovery and connection. And to those who are already a part of this community, I hope my words resonate with your experiences and serve as a reminder of the beautiful bond we share. With gratitude and respect, I dedicate this story to Sir Evans, the Dom who guided me into this world. His mentorship was a gift, a beacon that illuminated my path and taught me the true meaning of discipline and community. Thank you, Sir Evans, for showing me the way. My Genesis, The Brotherhood Chapter 1 Tuesday, May 18, 1993, 7:17 PM They say curiosity killed the cat. For me, it didn’t kill—it reshaped me, pulling me into a world I never imagined. I was seventeen, trapped in the haze of a trigonometry final, my textbook a lifeless slab of numbers mocking me from the desk. I needed an escape, something to jolt me awake. So, like any restless, hormone-drunk suburban kid with a dial-up modem and a head full of dirty secrets, I slunk into AOL’s alt.binaries.m4m.personals.NY.LI—a gritty, pre-Craigslist underworld of raw desire. Most ads were the usual filth: blurry nudes, pathetic begging, or shady offers for quick cash. Then one hit me like a slap across the face. CONTROL — Want to take it, or have it taken from you? My heart pounded, my jeans tightening before my brain could catch up. I clicked, already half-lost. The ad was bold, unapologetic: >Do you know how to take control—or crave having it stripped away? Ever wonder why kink ignites something in you that you’re too afraid to name? You already know the answer. You just haven’t dared to speak it. >Verbal Dom Master seeks pledges for a brotherhood of men. You’ll be trained in bondage, dominance, sadism, masochism, and more. Confront the lies you tell yourself—the ones holding you back. Our mirror will show you your most raw truths, and by facing them, you’ll grow. You were meant to command your world, not shrink from it. >Let go. Trust yourself and your brothers. What awaits is beyond what you can grasp now. Once you begin, you won’t turn back—the truth you find will pull you forward. >This isn’t a fantasy. It’s a lifestyle for men ready to leave boyhood behind and embrace the responsibilities of manhood. >Reply with a paragraph about why this speaks to you—and a photo. I shared it with my friends. We were stunned, drawn in, our curiosity burning. This wasn’t just intriguing; it felt like a door to something deeper. Together, we sent a reply with a group photo and a short note about ourselves. The next day, a response arrived: Hello, young gentlemen. Congratulations on taking the first step. As you’re not yet of age for deeper discussion, I can only offer an outline for now. If you’d like, we can meet for coffee in a public place. After a few messages, we set a date. Sunday, May 23, 1993, 3:00 PM I arrived at the Bel-Aire Diner in Astoria, Queens NY, a lively, neutral spot. We met in the parking lot, as planned. He was tall, well-built, handsome, commanding, his presence heavy with quiet authority. “You may call me Sir,” he said, his voice steady. “Understand, boy?” “Yes, Sir,” I replied, my throat tight. Inside, the host greeted us with, “As requested, Sir,” and led us to a private booth in a quiet corner. Sir spoke first, cutting through the diner’s hum. “Let me outline things before you ask questions.” He described the initial training: obeying commands, standing at attention, speaking only when addressed, and understanding our place. We’d learn grooming, domestic skills—cleaning, bar tending, massaging, ironing, light cooking—and a code of honor, conduct, and behavior. “You’re not training to be a maid,” he said, his gaze locking onto mine. “You’re training to be a respectable, independent man who relies on no one.” Initiation would have to wait until my eighteenth birthday, for legal reasons. He handed me four binders, each divided into chapters with assignments. I couldn’t help asking, “What about fucking and that sort of stuff, sir?” He smiled, patiently. “I understand you're eager to fulfill your fantasies. But without this foundation, you’ll only chase fleeting moments. You contacted me because you want more—and this is the groundwork, boy.” We finished our coffees and parted. Afterwards, I met with the boys, showing them the binders. The tasks seemed manageable—some we already knew. We agreed to commit and start the lessons. Friday, June 25, 1993, 12:00 PM (My 18th Birthday) After a small family party—chocolate cake, presents, and my mom’s worried lecture about ticks at Mohonk State Park, where I said we were camping—my dad slipped me forty bucks with a look that said, “I know you're story is complete BS, go have fun.” They had no idea what we were really chasing. After a small birthday party with the family, accompanied by chocolate cake and some gifts. I start to pack up for the weekend. I told my parents that the guys and I were going camping at the Mohonk state park preserve. My mom, overly concerned about ticks, gives me a loving lecture and some deet. I promise her that we will check each other's bodies for ticks every night before bed. My dad quietly slipped me forty bucks and gave me that look that says, I know you're story is complete BS, go have fun. Little did they know what hijinks we were actually up to. By 2:45 PM, we reached the address. I knocked at the door, and Master greeted us, leading us inside to a mudroom. His voice was calm but firm. “Tonight is a big weekend for you boys. Tonight, you will begin to confront your fears and admit your desires. This will be done in the presence of others and you will be held to our standards. You will be tested and broken down in front of each other, and many other men.” He explained the hierarchy: everyone will be masked except him and us four. Only Master could speak to us at first, though four mentoring Dom's would later share equal authority, followed by other ranks outlined in the binders. “All orders will be obeyed,” he said. “When you're ready, simply take your shoes off and wait inside the living room, until someone comes for you.” We sat on the couch, nerves buzzing. A young man, masked and wearing only a collar with an Alpha symbol, gestured for us to follow. He led us to a large room, dark and smoky, lit by dim red lights, like a massive converted garage. Naked men stood in a semicircle, their masked faces unreadable. A spotlight in the center of the room snapped on. “Faggots, stand in the light,” Master commanded. We stepped into the glare, exposed. “Faggots, take off all of your clothing and put them into the marked bags. The bags are labeled 'faggot' and our last names.” Master addressed me first. “Faggot bindel, announce your name and why you are here.” My voice unsteady. “My name is dietrich bindel and I am a faggot. I came here seeking, discipline, training, mentoring, and respect Sir.” danny, harry, and arthur followed, their voices echoing mine. Master approached me. “Faggot bindel, are you ready to submit yourself to my authority?” “Sir, yes, Sir,” I replied. “Kneel and repeat after me.” I knelt, reciting: “I, dieterich bindel, fully offer myself to you without hesitation, reservation, or limit for your personal use and/or entertainment. I will obey every command from you without refusal until you release me of my pledge of obligation.” A collar tightened around my neck, slightly restrictive, a constant reminder of my choice, and my place. He repeated the ritual with the others. (What the fuck have we gotten ourselves into?) Master ordered, “Faggot bindel, you will slowly parade yourself around the circle of your brothers on all fours like a dog three times. Properly display yourself for us to see.” I crawled, voice nervous, but clear: “My name is Faggot bindel, and I am a worthless faggot. I seek discipline, training, mentoring, and respect.” I repeat this over and over until my three laps are completed, my words steadied with each recital. I then returned to my spot, and watched the others follow my example. A light flashed, illuminating an area, and two curtains are drawn revealing four dildos attached to the wall, each labeled with our last names. “Go to your individual station, and show us how you suck cock faggots,” Master said. Still on our knees, we obeyed, making our way over to our designated spots and begin to suck on the dildos. Moments later, I hear a clap and four men approached, and force us to go down further. I gagged, throat burning, phlegm pooling. I try to push back, but the man controlling my head pushes me even harder. Master’s voice cut through: “Resistance is cowardice. What did you come here for, faggots?” Choking, we tried: “I seek discipline, training, mentoring, and respect, sir.” The words were muffled, strained. Master claps again and I can hear four other men approach us. Then a small brown bottle was held to my nostril, the other pinched. “Breathe deeply, faggots,” Master said. I inhaled, my head spinning, a warm rush flooding me. Somehow, the dildo became easier, the force diminishes to a gentle suggestion. Another inhale, and I leaned into it, craving the sensation. Clap. “Faggots, turn around one hundred and eighty degrees.” As we begin another light snaps on, and I can see a camera on a tripod gleaming under new light. “What do all faggots crave?” Master asked. I froze, dizzy. A whip stung my ass, and all the men shouted, “Faggots crave cock, sir.” Instinctively, I moved my ass against the dildo and began to fuck myself. The bottle is then applied to me again, and pleasure surged. “Who are you and what are you looking for?” Holy shit this feels amazing as the rhythm of my lust is taking over. “My name is Faggot bindel, and I am a worthless faggot. I seek discipline, training, mentoring, and respect, sir,” Master says louder faggots as you fuck your faggot holes. I said, voice rising. “MY NAME IS FAGGOT BINDEL, AND I AM A WORTHLESS FAGGOT. I SEEK DISCIPLINE, TRAINING, MENTORING, AND RESPECT, SIR!” I moved faster, lost in the act, my body alive with need. With that bottle being reapplied to my nose and me repeating the words. My ass completely opens up and I really begin to fuck myself like some cheap whore. Back and forth, over and over again. I feel mindless, cheap and degraded. God my cock is rock fucking hard. Clap. Four more men approach and place another dildo in front of each of us. “What do faggots crave?” The boys and I all shout out “FAGGOTS CRAVE COCK SIR” and we all instinctively suck those dildos as we fuck ourselves. My God I feel like such a slut. Caught in the rhythm the room joined a unified chant: “FAGGOTS CRAVE COCK, SIR.” We kept going until Master roared, “ENOUGH!” Silence fell, but we four were too caught up to stop. A sharp slap stilled me. “Mentors, collect your faggots,” Master said. A masked Mentor clipped a leash to my collar, walking me outside to a fire pit surrounded by an expansive lawn. The cool night air brushed my sweat-soaked skin, the fire’s glow casting shadows on the masked men around us. Cicadas hummed, mixing with the crackle of flames. My Mentor, his presence firm, placed his hand on my shoulder. danny, harry, and arthur were placed nearby, each with their own Mentor, leashes taut. The fire warmed our bare skin, whip marks faintly visible. The men chanted, “Faggots crave cock, sir,” the words weaving through the night, stirring my nerves. The chant swelled, then stopped, leaving silence. Master’s voice rang out. “Faggots, you’re here to face your deepest desires and confront your fears. This weekend, you’ll be pushed to your limits, tested in ways you never imagined. You’ll embrace your true self and find strength in your submission.” His gaze held us. “This weekend, you’ll be initiated into our brotherhood—marked, claimed, forever changed. Are you ready to accept this path, to embrace the faggot you are destined to be?” The question settled over us. I looked at my friends, their eyes reflecting my own mix of fear and anticipation. We nodded, committing to whatever lay ahead. Master smiled, calm and knowing. He clapped. “Then let the initiation begin.” He turned, heading back to the house, leaving us by the fire, our anticipation growing in the flickering light. End of chapter 1

My Playroom—September, 2024 It took a while for our schedules to mesh, but on the last Wednesday of the month, frequent commentor (and occasional post contributor to this blog) GaryM, returned to the playroom. He arrived right at our appointed hour. We hugged and went right down to the playroom. GaryM had brought toys. He began unpacking. There were two huge dildoes, one in gray and one in black, and a flexible shaft with a handle. Those three he gave me, saying he’d rather read about them used on others then to use them on himself. (I am sure they will appear as an Equipment Close-up at some point—but it will take the right ass for them to be used. Jake, are you reading this???) He also brought one he wanted me to use one him. It was The Chute from Topped Toys. We left it on the bed as GaryM, now stripped to a jockstrap, knelt in front of me as I sat on the fuck bench, my legs spread wide… He inhales the aroma from my stained jock. He tongues it a little, but my cock is growing fast enough that he peels back the pouch and begins licking the head of my dick. I watch it vanish into his mouth. He tongues it, probing it for pre-cum. Soon, he swallows most of the shaft. He holds it for a moment, then comes up panting for air. He does it all again, before I suggest he get up on the bench. I want my tongue in his hole. He climbs on and then pulls his knees up towards the mirror, lowering his ass to the perfect height. I lean in and get my first taste of his hole. My tongue begins to work him open. I lube myself with the coconut oil he has brought. His hole stays stubbornly tight. I use a lubed finger to help. Finally, I stand up and work my dick into him. His hole fights me a little—but my cock is victorious as it pushes into him. GaryM groans. I hold a moment and begin a slow in and out. GaryM groans again. His eyes are on the side mirror, watching my cock begin to pick up speed. My hips are soon slapping onto his ass cheeks with a delightfully wet sound. I slow and pull out. “Let me taste it,” he begs. I bring my cock to his mouth. He slurps loudly as he cleans me up—loving the mix of the coconut oil, his natural ass lube and my precum. He takes me to the root, then pulls back and spits on my cock head. I use his spit for round two of fucking. He’s still tight, but I can get back in much easier than the first round. I let him lick my cock of his juices after the second fuck, as well. We move to the sling. I get his legs in the stirrups. I kneel and eat out his fucked hole. My tongue baths his ravage ass lips, hoping I can relax them a little more. Soon enough, I am standing back up and drilling my coconut oil covered cock into him. He tries to watch the fuck in the mirror, but it’s too much—I watch his eyes roll up into the back of his head in pleasure. He comes back to earth when I pull out. I let him clean me here, too, though it’s never as easy in the sling. But he cranes his head around to get the job done. I want to open him up a little more. I try the speculum, but his hole is tight enough, it is not going to go into him comfortably. Instead, I use the smallest butt plug. That does the trick for the moment—I get into him more easily for the next fuck round. I reach for the reliable egg headed dildo with the small ribbed shaft. I grease it up. His hole takes it. Eventually. I pull the end of it down, then to the sides, seeing if I can get his hole to loosen up a little. It has always been a good toy to add my cock with it. But not today. GaryM actually winces as I try. I go to the bed and grease up the Chute. Maybe since it’s a familiar toy for him, it goes in easily. I work it in and out. I slide a greased finger into the chute of the Chute. GaryM likes that. I try two—that works, as well. I stand up and add my greased-up cock. It’s a tight fit with my thickness, but I slide into him with the toy in place. He loves the super full feeling of it—and the soft material of the toy combined with human flesh. I fuck him. But it can’t last for long. I am soon all but pushed out of his hole. “Let’s take a break so I can eat your ass,” GaryM suggests. I agree. I get up in the sling, giving him the mat for rimseat to kneel on. I start with my legs up on the chains. His tongue connects first to my balls. He spends some time there, but he can’t wait to get to my tight pucker. His tongue is all over it, before he begins drilling into me. I take a hit of poppers and relax. The pleasure just keeps coming. Finally, he pauses. I use the break to ask him to hand me the stirrups. I get one in place, at my knee, then fasten the hook behind my head on the D ring of the sling. Then the other leg. It raises my ass slightly and certainly spreads what ass cheeks I have, giving him even easier access. He dives in. I lose all track of time as he is making me feel really good with just his lips and relentless tonguing. I come back to reality, as my legs are telling me they aren’t used to this position. I need a break. I unclip the stirrups. GaryM stands and helps me up. He sits rather heavily on the bed. We talk about his tight hole. He doesn’t know why it is behaving the way it is. And I can tell he really isn’t feeling his normal self. He makes the decision we should stop… * I felt badly for him—though we’d played for an hour and twenty minutes. He has such a long drive to get here—but it was the responsible thing to do. The original post, with pictures, is here: From My Side of the Sling: GaryM Arrives with Toys October 8, 2024

This is one long self contained story. I hope you boys enjoy. How did this happen to me, I wondered as I watched another man enter my boyfriend’s now gaping hole. My cock throbbed and a river of precum leaked from the tip. I’d been this hard in my life. I was turned on watching my boyfriend get fucked over and over. My boyfriend who had been the top in our relationship was being gang banged in front of me, and I was turned on by it. What did that say about either of us? “The guy who used to pound your pretty little hole is a cum hungry slut now,” a gruff voice said in my ear. I pulled at the ropes binding me to the chair, trying to see the man who spoke but could get myself loose. “Your top jock boyfriend just needed a little push, and now he’s my fucking slut. Look at him. Look at how happy taking cock makes him. I looked again at where my boyfriend, Jay, lay on the bed. He was flat on his back, his legs spread wide and pulled up to his chest. His hole was perfectly displayed, pink and puffy it was no longer the tight little pucker I’d rimmed a few times in our past. His hole has become the run through gape of an experienced and often used bottom. His cock, thick and magnificent was locked in a tiny little black plastic cage. Precum leaked from the head constantly. I looked up his athletic body, to his hairy chest, to his newly pierced nipples. A thick silver chain hung around his neck, a gold padlock sitting against his collar bone. His face was one of total bliss. Sloppy, his eyes slightly unfocused, he grinned at the next man who walked past me towards him. “Fuck my pussy! Fucking breed me!” He moaned as the man slid his thick cock inside my boyfriend. “You hear that? ‘Fuck my pussy,’ that’s what your boyfriend just said. Your big hot jock boyfriend, the one you thought would be dicking you down with his dick safely wrapped in a nice little condom, is begging men to fuck his pussy, and breed him. I turned him into a bottom slut. I made him a desperate fag with a pussy made for breeding. Your boyfriend is a faggot slut, and you’re his cuck. Your cock’s so hard its leaking everywhere just watching him be his true self. Your boyfriend is my sub slut faggot, and you’re his cuck. You’re a subs sub, and your so turned on you cant help yourself. I think you’re going to enjoy your new life watching me degrade him more and more.” “Oh fuck yes!” Jay called out. “Your big dick feels so good in my sloppy cunt. Fuck yes! Fucking breed me. Yeah! Dump your load in me! Please! I need it. I need another load. Breed me!” “Fucking faggot,” the man fucking my boyfriend said, “Take my fucking load.” He let out a deep guttural grunt and slammed his cock into Jay’s ass with a wet squelch. They both moaned as he unloaded in my boyfriend. Then he pulled out and left the way he’d come, leaving Jay once more on the bed with his fuck-battered hole pointed towards me as a trickle of cum leaked from it. “He’s mine now cuck,” the stranger said. “I’ve broken his mind.” Three more guys came and used my boyfriend. He begged each one of them for their loads. After the last guy came inside him Jay flipped around and sucked down the cock that had just been inside his hole. “Thank you,” he said blissfully to the man as he cleaned his cock. After the man left the strange lent close to my ear again, never coming into my field of vision. “I’ll leave you two alone. I think you have a lot to talk about.” I heard him walk away and a door close behind him. I was left, naked and bound to a chair with my cock hard as a lock and leaking precum like mad, with my supposed top only boyfriend who I’d just watched turn into a feral caged up cum hungry bottom slut. Jay lay on his stomach where his last top had left him with his eyes closed for a minute. He seemed to be lost in a dream. Slowly he blinked himself back awake, opening his eyes and looking at me for the first time since he’d gotten me into the chair and the stranger had bound me to it. He’d told me we were going to a work friend’s house for dinner. He was going to meet me there as he’d go straight from work. I rang the bell at the front door of the nice looking brownstone, and Jay had let me. He grinned at me and said, come on I’ve got something to show you. He’d pulled me upstairs into one of the bedrooms and started kissing me. He’d quickly pulled off my shirt and gotten my pants undone. When I protested he assured me that it was fine, his friend was downstairs cooking and he wanted to have a little fun. He’d stripped me down to my briefs and then pushed me back into the chair. I hadn’t heard the other man come into the room. I just suddenly felt the ropes around my chest. “It’s ok babe, relax. Just relax. Its totally ok. You’re going to enjoy this.” I took a deep breath and tried to settle. We’d done a few kinky things before, even had a third come in. I thought maybe he and this work friend were both going to fuck me. Then I watched as Jay stripped off his clothes. First unbuttoning his work shirt revealing his well-formed pecs, prominent nipples, and swirling chest hair. He dropped his shirt, turning away from me for a moment. He shoved his pants down, kicking them off. He was wearing a jock. Jay almost never wore jocks, he was almost exclusively a boxer briefs guy. What is going on, I wondered. Jay pause for a moment still facing away, as if getting up his nerve for something. Then he turned around. I looked down at the bulge in his jock. At first my mind didn’t understand what I was seeing. I’d seen guys in cages before, I knew what a cage bulge was from Twitter… but why did my top only boyfriend have a cage on his cock. “It will all make sense soon,” Jay had said, giving me a weak smile. He walked over to me and tugged at my briefs. I lifted myself up a little allowing him to pull them off still wondering what was happening. “Ready fag?” A rough voice behind me said. I tried to crane my head around to see him, but tied to the chair I could only look to just over my shoulder. I assumed that he was talking to me, Jay had called me fag a few times when he was feeling really rough. I opened my mouth to speak. “Yes Sir,” Jay said looking at the man behind me. I stared at Jay open mouthed. He called this man Sir? “Then on your knees.” Dutifully Jay had sunk to his knees and waited. I heard the man behind me move away. “Jay what the hell is going on? Who is this guy? Why are you calling him Sir? Why are you wearing a cock cage?” I asked all my questions in a rapid fire blur. Jay just repeated his line, ““It will all make sense soon.” I heard the stranger coming back behind me. I strained to hear anything else, any clue as to what might be about to happen. From where he knelt on the floor Jay just smiled. “You read to show your boyfriend here what you’ve become,” the stranger asked behind me. “Yes Sir!” Jay replied happily. “Take off the jock and show your boy your new look.” Jay jumped up and practically tore off his jock. My mouth fell open. Normally his cock hung thick and heavy even when it was soft, curving out from his large balls. Now it was trapped in a tiny maybe inch long black cage. The ring that went around his balls pushed them forward, nestling his cock between them. I was shocked. His big beautiful cock was locked away in a cage smaller than his balls. All that was left was a little nub. “He’s been so excited to show you that cage,” the stranger said in my ear. “He’s had to work hard to get it down, didn’t you boy?” “Yes Sir!” “At first his dick didn’t want to be in a cage that tight, but now, he craves it.” “What? What are you talking about?” I said, now almost shouting. “Just watch.” The stranger replied. A naked man in his early forties came around the chair and walked over to where Jay was kneeling. He was already hard; his cock wasn’t massively long but it was stout with a blunt head. Even in my confusion I appreciated how nice a dick it was and how good it would feel to ride it. Jay looked over my shoulder waiting for something. Then the strangers voice, still behind me said, “Do it boy. Show your boyfriend what you’ve learned.” Jay smiled again and gobbled down this man’s cock. I tried to process what was happening. The stranger was still behind me so this was another man and Jay, who usually choked on my modest dick was eagerly swallowing this strangers dick. “Oh fuck yeah faggot,” the older man was saying as my boyfriend sucked him off. He put his hands on the back of Jay’s head and started to thrust his cock into Jay’s throat. “Look at that. Look at your boyfriend enjoying that man’s cock.” The stranger behind me said. “They’ve never met. They don’t know anything about each other. The only thing your boy knows is he’s here to service this man, and the only thing my buddy knows is he has the privilege of helping break in my new toy.” “New toy? What? What are you saying.” “Just watch. Just watch and enjoy. It looks like you’re already starting to have fun.” At the stranger’s words I looked down and noticed my own cock was starting to harden. Was I turned on by this? “On the bed boy,” the older man said, “show me that pussy.” My head was reeling. I watched Jay jump up and climb onto the bed on all fours. He dropped his chest down and struck out his ass, arching his back. He looked like a horny bottom. I looked at him, taking in his meaty furry ass cheeks and powerful thighs in a new way. His caged cock hung below him, almost totally obscured by his balls, but I could see a string of precum slowly lowering from the tip. “Fucking beautiful jock pussy.” The man said. “And freshly lubed up,” the stranger answered. “Perfect.” He moved behind Jay and spat into his hand. He slathered his spit all down his shaft and then bent over Jay’s upturned ass to spit again. The wad landed right on Jay’s hole. I looked at it and was shocked to see that it didn’t look like the tight pucker I’d occasionally rimmed. His hole was pink, and pooched, like it had just been fucked by a big cock. The older man rubbed his cock head on Jay’s hole, smearing his spit around. “Don’t look away boy,” the stranger said behind me. I felt his hand on my shoulder. “This is what you came here to see.” “You ready for my cock fag?” “Fuck yes! Fucking me!” Jay moaned. “What?” I gasped. The man lined up his cock and pushed forward. I hadn’t thought about the fact that he wasn’t wearing a condom, I’d never dreamed he was going to fuck my boyfriend. Yet that’s exactly what was happening. Slowly he pushed his wide flat cock head against Jay’s spit smeared hole till it gave way and the head burst in. I expected Jay to yell out in pain but instead he moaned a deep appreciative moan as if he was enjoying this. “Your boyfriend’s been keeping a secret from you.” “Fuck yes. Oh my God. Your dick feels so good.” Jay moaned. “He’s not the top you think he is… now… watch as he becomes the bottom he longs to be.” I’d watched in a mix of confusion, horror and arousal. That had been almost two hours and a dozen men ago. Now Jay and I were alone again. Jay smiled at me. A sloppy sideways smile, he looked drunk. “Fuck,” he said in a long whisper, closing his eyes again for a moment. “Fuck that felt so good. It felt even better knowing you were watching me.” He reached across the bed for something on the opposite side. I couldn’t see it but he shifted so his hips were up again as he brought something to his hole. With a wet pop I heard the object slide into his hole. A butt plug, my top only boyfriend had just slid a plug into his cum filled hole after getting gangbanged. What was going on? He got off the bed and walked over to where I was bound. He knelt down on the ground in front of me. “It looks like you liked it too babe.” He flicked his tongue across my throbbing cock. In spite of myself I let out a little moan. “Sir said I can tease and edge you but I cant let you cum.” He licked the precum from my shaft. “Too bad. I’d love to just ride your hard cock right now till you cum inside me.” “Jay,” I gasped. “What the fuck! What the fuck is happening? Who is that man? You just… you just got gang banged in front of me. Raw! You just took like a dozen loads! And your wearing a cock cage! Seriously what the fuck is going on?” I was on the verge of hysterical. I tugged at the ropes trying to break free. “Its ok babe, its ok. Don’t struggle. You’ll be out of that chair soon enough.” He lightly stroked my shaft as he talked, “Plus you cant be that mad if you this hard and leaking.” He brought his precum coated fingers to his mouth and licked them clean. “Jay,” I said in a calmer voice. What is happening. I thought you were a top? I thought we only played safe, especially with others.” “I know. I know… I…” he paused, thinking, “I would I could tell you how it happened. That I could make sense of it, I just know that this is right.” “But… how…” I shook my head, and sighed. There was nothing to be done but give into the insanity of the situation. “How did this even start? When we started dating you told me that you didn’t like bottoming. You said you’d tried it a few times in college and it wasn’t for you. If you wanted to try again I could have…” “It not that.” Jay smiled. “I didn’t want to bottom. I hadn’t thought about bottoming for years until I met Sir.” “Sir? The guy behind me the one who tied me to this chair?” “You’ll meet him soon enough. After all I’m his sub, and you were my bottom and now you’re my cuck, which kinda makes you his sub too.” “Cuck. Jay. Jesus Christ. Seriously. If you’re not going to untie me then… then just tell me how this happened. How did some guy convince you were into bottoming? More than that! How did he convince you to bottom raw for a room full of men, and lock your dick in a cage and do it all in front of your tied up boyfriend?” “Ok. Ok. I met Sir at work. He’s a client. My boss asked me to take him to dinner, you know the usual.” “Does the usual involve getting gang banged?” “No,” Jay laughed, he seemed immune to my frustration and agitation, “and technically that was more of a pump and dump than a gang bang seeing as they came in one at a time.” “Jesus.” I rolled my eyes. “Ok, so when did this happen.” “A month ago. My boss asked me to take Sir out to dinner and chat him up about the company. So we went to that sushi place down town with the company card. It was nice, he was easy to talk to. We ordered a few drinks and just chatted. It was so much easier than any of those dinners I’ve been to before. We really seemed to be hitting it off. So when Sir suggested we get another drink after dinner I said yes. We had another couple drinks and… well things started to feel flirty. I just let it happen, not wanting to piss off a client. Sir just kept getting closer and closer to me, but I didn’t feel put off or upset. There was this… this powerful undercurrent of attraction. “The conversation drifted away from work appropriate things a few times but nothing too serious. I told him about you, and our relationship. He told me he’d just gotten out of a relationship. I don’t know when his hand landed on my leg but at some point, I noticed his hand was rubbing my thigh. Honestly, I got hard so fast. It was crazy. I felt like I was falling under some kind of spell. I remember looking down at his hand and him pulling it away murmuring an apology, but I stopped him and said, ‘No. It’s ok. I liked it.’” I found myself entrance by Jay’s story. His hand slid lightly up and down my shaft keeping me hard and on edge. I just stared at him as he recounted that night. “I remember it so clearly, he said, ‘Well so long as you like it,’ and put his hand back. It must have been all the drinks that made me feel bold because I took his hand and put it on my crotch so he could feel how hard I was. He growled, it was so fucking sexy, this low rumble in his chest, he leaned in close to me. ‘Fuck boy, that feels like a nice bulge. But this isn’t that kinda bar. My place is close by, why don’t we call a cab and head over.’ I couldn’t resist him. It just felt impossible to say no. I followed him out of the bar, he called a car and brought me here. “As soon as the front door closed we were on top of each other. I swear it was like being in high school. He had me pinned to the door and kissed me. He was so rough. I just sank into him. I practically ripped all the buttons off his shirt trying to take it off. I had this animal need to feel his big hairy chest. He pressed me to him, pulling me under his arm. I was enveloped in his musk. It was like fucking poppers. I felt my head spinning. I jammed my nose up into his pit and just huffed that smell. I felt like I was flying when he pulled me back out and led me up the stairs. “He got me up here, in this room and stripped me naked. Then he told me to finish undressing him. I got on my knees and took his pants off. He was wearing these tight little briefs, and his big cock was just straining to get out. I could see every fucking vein through the fabric he was so hard. I tore them off of him and his cock just jumped out. I’d never seen anything like it. I was… I was drawn to it. I don’t know. I cant explain it, but in a way that I’ve never wanted to suck a cock before in my life I wanted to suck his. I needed it.” I felt like I should be upset hearing about how much my boyfriend wanted to suck this man’s cock, but in reality it just made me leak more. “He let me struggle to take him for a little while. Sometimes he’d hold my head in place and lightly fuck my mouth. Then he’d push his cock in deeper, just down my throat and hold it there till I’d gag or choke. Each time he did it though it got a little easier. I didn’t know it at the time obviously, but he was training me to deep throat and I loved it. Now I can just,” he lent forward and swallowed my whole cock in one motion. He looked up at me, grinning around my shaft and then pulled back again. “Even on bigger cocks.” He gave me a wink. “I was fucking sweating and panting when he let off. I remember feeling sad, I was enjoying trying to take his cock. He just smiled at me and pulled me up by my armpits. In this one crazy motion he hauled me up and tossed me onto the bed so I was on all fours. He came up behind me and pushed down on my shoulders making me arch my back. I said to him, ‘I’m a top. I don’t get fucked. It not really for me.’ He laughed, I thought it was crazy at the time, but clearly, he knew something I didn’t. “He laughed and said, ‘Don’t worry boy. I won’t do anything you don’t ask me to.’ “Then he started eating me out. Fuck his tongue felt so good. It just got so deep right away. I couldn’t help it. I just started moaning. He had his hands on my back still holding me down. I couldn’t escape if I wanted to. He just kept flicking his tongue over my hole, and pushing it in. I couldn’t believe it. It felt so good. I felt myself opening up. I could feel my hole loosening. His tongue kept getting deeper and deeper. Then he spat on my hole and he rubbed it with his finger. I felt him press it in a little. I moaned, and said ‘fuck yeah. That feels so good!’ “’Do you want a little more boy?’ he asked. His voice was this low seductive growl now. ‘Yes,’ I whimpered. He spat on my hole again and slowly pushed his finger inside me. I felt like my body was on fire. It didn’t hurt the way that it had in college. I don’t know, maybe it was the booze, or how long he’d eaten me out for. It just felt good. It was pure pleasure. He twisted his finger in and out till I was panting with delight. ‘God you have a beautiful hole,’ he said, ‘looks so good opening up around my finger. Nice tight jock hole. Fucking opening up for me.’ “’It feels so good. Fuck yes! Keep going,’ I replied. He chuckled, and said, ‘Is that you asking for more?’ I don’t know what I expected but I answered yes. I was still surprised when in response he dropped another wad of spit onto my hole and started to work another finger into me. He opened me up like that, adding another finger when I told him how good it felt till he was twisting four fingers in and out of my hole. I couldn’t believe it. It was like nothing I’d ever felt. It felt so good. I started to push back on his fingers. I wanted them inside me. That same primal urge I felt when I saw his cock and needed to suck it was taking over me. “’You’re pushing back on my fingers awful hard for someone who doesn’t bottom,’ he said chuckling. ‘I don’t know what’s happening. It’s never felt this good before. When I tried. It never felt… fuck. It feels so good! Please don’t stop!’ He pushed his fingers deep into me and leaned over so his mouth was right next to my ear. ‘I’ve already got four fingers deep in your hole boy. You want more? You want me to really open you up?’ I hesitated and he flexed his fingers in me. “‘Yes.” I remember that I felt like I could barely speak. It came out like a breathy whisper. “‘Yes what?’ he said? “’Yes, I want you to open me up.’ “’You know what that means boy? Don’t you?’ He stood back up and slid his fingers from my hole. I felt empty. I hated it. Then I felt something warm and fleshy press against my hole. ‘You know what that means don’t you?’ he repeated. “I looked back over my shoulder and saw he was rubbing his cock up and down my crack. I felt like I was shaking, but there was only one thing I could say. It was a compulsion. After how good his fingers had felt… how could I not! ‘Yes,’ I responded in the same breathy whisper. “’I told you boy, I won’t do anything you don’t ask me to. Yes what?’ “’Yes… Please… Please fuck me. I want your cock.’ “Then he called me a ‘good boy,’ it sent a shiver through me. Like all the praise I’d ever wanted in the world. Then he pressed forward. Even after his fingers his head felt big. Its warm flesh pressed into me. He dropped more spit onto the spot where his cock and my body met and then he slid inside. I remember just moaning into the bed. I think I drooled a little. It felt so good. It was insane. I never imagined it could feel that good to get fucked. I didn’t really think about the fact that he was in me raw. It felt too good to think about anything but pleasure. It felt like it took forever for him to work the whole shaft inside me but when I felt his balls against my hole I had this overwhelming sense of accomplishment. “’Good boy. Good boy.’ He repeated over and over. ‘You did it. You’ve got my whole cock in you. How do you feel boy?’ “’I feel so good. Fuck your cock feels amazing. Please… Please fuck me!’ “’You need to know something boy, once I start fucking you I’m not going to pull out and I’m inside you raw. If I fuck you I’m going to cum inside you. Is that what you want?’ “I didn’t even hesitate. I wanted him to fuck me so bad I would have agreed to anything. ‘Yes! Please, just fuck me. I need it!’ “’I know you do boy but you have to ask for it. I won’t do it if you don’t ask for it.’ “’Fuck me! Please! Fuck me and… and cum inside me. Fuck me till you cum inside my hole!’ “’Good boy,’ he said again, this time in a low whisper. ‘I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me.’ He lent forward. With one hand on my shoulder keeping me down, and the other on my hip, he started to fuck me. It was the most electric amazing thing I’ve ever felt. I thought I could feel every vein of his shaft working in and out of my basically virgin hole. It felt so good. I remember just saying over and over, ‘Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!’ “Something changed inside me. It was like he had flicked a switch. He’d awakened something in me, or changed something. His dick felt so good inside me, and now that I’d said it I realized it was true. I wanted him to cum inside me. I wanted to feel his hot load shoot deep into my guts. He built up his pace slowly, getting me use to the feeling of being stretched so wide. Eventually he reared back, letting go of my shoulder and held on to both of my hips. He started to hammer into my hole. I was a whimpering mess. I couldn’t speak any more. I just moaned and grunted as he pounded me. He was like a rutting animal taking what he needed. I was just a hole to be fucked. I loved it. I loved how roughly he pounded me. I was sweating. The room stunk. I could smell his musk. That heady feeling of a hit of poppers came over me again and I started to try and push back against his cock. I came up so I was holding myself on my hands and knees and pushed my body back into his strokes. “’That’s it boy, push yourself back on my cock. Yeah that’s it. Now that my cocks in that tight little hole of yours you can’t resist it. You might have really been a top when you came here, but you’re my bottom now. You’re my horny bottom aren’t you boy?’ “’Fuck yes! I’m your horny bottom.’ “’You love how my raw cock feels in your hole? Don’t you?’ “’I fucking love it!’ “’Yeah, because you’re my fucking slut. You’re a slut for my cock. Say it.’ “’I’m a slut for your raw cock!’ “’Good boy. Good boy,’ he rubbed my lower back and sank deep inside me, letting up for a minute. ‘Fuck your hole feels so good around my big raw cock. It feels so good deep in your boy hole. Your pretty little pink hole is gonna look so fucking hot with my load dripping out.’ He pulled back and started to long dick me. He slid his whole cock out of me and then slid it back in again slowly, over and over. He steadily got rougher with the thrusts till he was slamming his entire cock in and out of me with so much force that it knocked me down into the bed. He pinned me there, hammering away at my ass. I just babbled incoherently and took it. “’After a blissful eternity he stopped and without warning pull his cock all the way out. I remember,” Jay laughed at himself, “whimpering ‘no,’ when I felt the head pop out. “Sir laughed at me, though obviously I didn’t call him Sir then. ‘It’s ok boy,’ he said, rubbing my back again, ‘flip over. I want to look into your eyes as I give you your first load.’ “I flipped over onto my back and pulled my legs up to my chest. My heart was pounding. He was going to cum inside me soon. I looked up at him as he loomed over me, lining his cock up again. It slid in easily this time, I was so open and lubed up. His cock hit all new places as it slid in. ‘Fuck yes! Get that big raw cock inside me. Fuck me with your raw cock! It feels so fucking good! Fuck yes!’ I just up this endless string as he hollowed me out. “’He was bent over me, his face inches from mine. I could see the sweat on his brow. It dripped down into my mouth and I swallowed it. He smiled at me, a hungry animalistic smile. ‘Open your mouth boy,’ he commanded. I opened my mouth and he spat into it. I swallowed without being told to. He growled. ‘Fuck my cock’s made you a fucking slut hasn’t it. Getting my big raw dick up your ass has put you in your place.’ “’I’m a slut for your raw cock.’ I said again. “’No, you’re not just a slut. A slut doesn’t just open his mouth when a guy tells him to and then swallow his spit. You’re a faggot. You just didn’t know it. Fuck yeah. You’re a fucking faggot desperate to be bred. Isn’t that right boy. Say it. Say you’re a faggot.’ “’Fuck! Your dick feels so good… fuck… I’m a faggot! I’m a fucking faggot! Your cock made me a faggot!’ “’That’s it boy. Keep giving in. Fuck yeah. Oh your tight hole feels so good. Tell me what you want. Tell me what you need boy. What do you need faggot?’ “’I need you to fuck me. I need your raw cock inside me! I need you to fuck me till you cum! I need you to cum in me! Please! Please cum inside me! Cum deep inside me!’ “’Fuck yeah faggot! Ask and you shall receive! Here it comes boy! Take my fucking load!’ He roared, like this big guttural animalistic sound and jammed his cock ball deep inside me. I could feel it. I could feel his load spilling out into my guts. I felt it flooding me. A hot wave crashing through my body. His cock twitched and pulsed. I moaned as it felt like he pumped a gallon of cum into me. I was surprised my stomach wasn’t swollen my guts felt so full. “He stayed inside me till his cock had stopped pulsing and then slowly pulled out. I just groaned I wanted to feel him inside me forever. ‘On your knees boy, clean off my cock.’ I didn’t think. I just got on my knees and licked the cum and ass juice off his slowly softening cock. Eventually it got soft enough I could get it in my mouth. I started to suck him again. I pulled as much of his dick into my mouth as I could. He started to slide his cock in and out of my mouth again, and his dick started to swell. He got hard in my mouth. “When he was completely hard he dragged me up onto the bed again. This time he was on the bottom, and he guided me to sit back onto his cock. It slid into my cum filled hole. ‘Ride it,’ he said, his voice commanding. I tucked my knees up and started to ride him. Again his cock hit all sorts of new places. My dick wasn’t even hard any more, but it was leaking everywhere. There was a big puddle of precum on Sir’s stomach after a few minutes. I rode him as hard as I could, and eventually he started to pant. He bucked his hips up into me and pushed his cock deeper. “’Please! Fuck yes!” I said, looking down at him. “Cum in me again! Give me another load.’ “Yeah faggot, beg for my load. Beg for me to bred you. Beg for me to breed your fag hole.’ “’It felt so good the first time! Please breed me. Breed my fag hole. I’m a slut for your raw cock. I love it! I need it! I need your load! I need you to breed me! I need your cum in my fag hole! I need your raw cock! Fuck!’ I was broken. Truly, in saying those words I was changing myself. Each sentence became more and more concrete, more and more real as I bounced on his dick. I really did need to feel him cum inside me again. “Finally he said, in a really low voice, ‘Fuck yeah faggot. Take it! Take my load. I’m gonna breed that pretty hole again! Fuck!’ “I dropped down on his dick so it was all inside me and rocked back and forth as he came again. It was so magical. I never even thought about how I hadn’t cum once during the whole thing. I didn’t care, feeling Sir cum was enough.” Jay had lost himself in his story, no longer really looking at me. “Jesus,” I said. Jay’s focus snapped back to me. “I was pretty spent after that. Sir called me a cab and sent me home.” “I mean, that’s a hot story, but I don’t… I don’t see how one hookup getting you to bottom… and not use a condom… results in you here in a cock cage after getting pump and dumped! Or me tied to this chair!” “Well… the next day I felt guilty. I didn’t know what to think. We had rules you and I. I hadn’t broken them by hooking up with someone but I sure had by not using a condom. Plus… I had always thought of myself as a top. It was part of my identity. Even while I felt guilty though I knew it had felt too good getting fucked to just never do it again. I thought maybe I could do it safely. Like two days after that night with Sir you went home to visit your parents and I was just bored at my apartment. I was gonna jerk off, but as I started looking at porn I suddenly wanted to get fucked again. I got on the apps and found a guy, made sure the plan was to use a condom and everything. I got dressed, went over to his apartment. He was super hot. It was all great. I sucked him. We got on the bed. He ate me out a little. It was fine, it didn’t make me bloom open like Sir had but I felt prepped. Then he put cold lube on my hole, and slicked up his rubber clad cock and slid in. It wasn’t the same. It just wasn’t the same at all. It felt ok, but there was no spark no magic. I tightened my hole and pushed back on him trying to get him to cum quick so it wouldn’t last too long. I don’t know why I never thought of just asking him to stop. It didn’t feel like my place. He wanted to fuck me so I should help him get off… even if it wasn’t scratching my itch. The guy came pretty quick, asked me if I wanted to cum and I told him no, and I left. “I knew. I knew what was wrong. Standing outside that guys apartment building after I knew why it hadn’t felt as good. I needed what Sir had given me. I needed it raw. I needed to be fucked raw and bred. That was all that was going to scratch my itch. I hesitated at first. Sir had texted me a few times in the couple of days since our meeting but I hadn’t responded. I’d felt too guilty. I was worried he’d be mad at me, but I also I wanted his cock so bad. I texted him before I even started walking home.” “What did you say?” I asked, feeling, despite the circumstances, incredibly invested. “I said something like ‘hey, sorry for being MIA. I was feeling kinda overwhelmed after what happened but I cant stop thinking about it also.’ He responded super fast and said, ‘Can’t stop thinking about it as in your upset, or cant stop thinking about it as in you want another load pumped in you?’ I had to stop and take a deep breath on the street, then after a second I texted him back. ‘Defiantly the second one.’ ‘You have to say it boy,’ his reply was almost immediate. “My hands were literally shaking as I typed out, ‘I want you to pump another big load in me.’ “’Good boy,’ he texted back, ‘Come over and I’ll give you what you need.’ He sent me a pic of his dick too. I called a cab and was there fifteen minutes later. “’What made you come around?’ he asked once I was in the door? “’Honestly. I was feeling really conflicted. My bf and I are open, but we’re supposed to play safe. I was just going to put the whole thing behind me, but there was no denying how good it get to get fucked… The bf is out of town and I thought I’d jerk off but as soon as I started watching at porn I knew I wanted to get fucked again.’ I recounted the rest of the story to him and he just grinned at me. “’You can never go back now. You’ve felt what it’s like to really get fucked. You know how much better sex is without any barriers. You know how good it feels to have a hot load pumped into your guts. Of course some safe sex dick was never going to do it for you. Do you remember what you said last time? While I was fucking you? What you called yourself.’ “’A faggot.’ “’That’s not all.’ “’A slut… a slut for raw cock.’ “’Exactly. I think that was more true than you knew.’ He started getting really close to me. ‘You’re a faggot slut. You need to be fucked and you need to be fucked raw. You’re just realizing this, and I know it’s all new, but I promise you its true. I’m going to help you. Strip.’ That last word was a command, I felt it in my chest. I stripped off in the front hall where we had been talking. He was still fully clothed and I was completely naked. ‘Good boy. You like following orders, and you like being a good boy I can tell.’ “’I guess so…’ “’You do. Its obvious. You like it when I call you a good boy.’ “’I do. I do like it when you call me a good boy.’ “’Don’t fight what feels good. Just give in. You gave in to pleasure last time and discovered a whole new part of you. Keep giving in. I’m going to help you give yourself over to pleasure. I’m going to help you give in to the faggot slut you are.’ “’Thank you.’ It felt like the only right thing to say. “He smiled at me and said, ‘Thank you… Sir.’ “’Thank you Sir?’ “’That’s how you’re going to address me from now on. I am Sir and you are boy. Understood?’ “’Yes Sir.’ “’Now, the same rule applies as last time. I won’t do anything to you that you do ask for. You have to tell me what you want. I will guide you, push you, but you will only get what you ask for. Do you understand me boy?’ “’Yes Sir!’ “Good boy, now get on your knees and suck me dick.’ “He face fucked me in the front hallway, still mostly dressed. He just pulled his dick out of his unbuttoned pants. He was much rougher this time, really pushing me. He told me he was going to train me to deep throat him. Finally he pulled me up and dragged me into the living room. He bent me over the couch and dove into my hole. He worked me open just like before, really getting me wet. It was so much better than the other guy. Sir pressed two fingers into me, stretching me open and then got up and lined up his cock. He got really close to my ear. ‘Tell me what you want,’ he said in a whisper. “‘Your cock. I want your cock inside me. I want you to fuck me till you cum. I want to feel you cum deep inside my hole. Please! Breed me Sir!’ “’You need this,’ he said as he pushed his cock against my hole. ‘I know it’s big, and you had a lot more prep last time, but you need this. You’ve already taken one cock tonight. You took that latex cock and knew it wasn’t right. Now you’re here… you’re here because you knew you needed a real fuck. You needed my fat raw cock deep in your slutty fag hole. Push out a little boy, push your hole out for me. That’s it.’ He coached me and my hole opened wide. His head popped in and I was filled with the same electric bliss. “He was right. I had been right. The condom, that’s what had ruined my hookup attempt. I needed to be fucked raw. Now that I’d been bred I was never going to be satisfied with safe sex. I would always need it raw. That night Sir had me repeat as he fucked over the couch, ‘I am a slut for raw cock. I am a faggot who needs to be bred. I am a slut for raw cock. I am a faggot who needs to be bred,’ over and over again. The words seemed to sink into my mind like a mantra. The more I said them the more real they became. “After he came inside me he asked me how I felt. I told him that it had felt so good, and that I loved feeling his load inside me. He gave me this strange kind of knowing look and then said, ‘You wanna clean off my cock and see if you can get it hard again don’t you. I can see you looking boy.’ I nodded and said, ‘Yes Sir I do.’ He just grinned and said, ‘Then get on your knees and clean it off faggot.’ “I got him hard again and he took me upstairs when he threw me on the bed and bent my legs up to my chest. He pushed his cock into me in one smooth stroke. ‘Do you know what boys like you who cant get enough cum in their holes are called,’ he asked. “’No Sir.’ “’Cumdumps. You’re a fucking cumdump. Say it!’ “’I’m a cumdump!’ “’Good boy. Repeat it. Repeat it while I fuck you.’ “’I’m a cumdump. I’m a faggot slut for raw cock cumdump. I’m a cumdump. I’m a faggot slut for raw cock cumdump. I’m a cumdump.” Jay seemed to lose himself in his mantra. The story drifted away as he absentmindedly stroked my cock and rocking on the plug in his ass. “Jay?” At the sound of his name he snapped back. He gave me a kind of sheepish grin. “Sorry. He had me repeat that as he fucked me again. He called me a good boy as he came inside me. I felt so warm and happy. This time he didn’t pull out. He kept his cock inside me, rocking it back and forth, keeping his dick hard. He told me to repeat all my mantra’s. I muttered them over and over as he built back up and fucked me for a third time. When he finally came we both collapsed out of exhaustion. “We just lay there for a long minute. Then finally he got up and said to me, ‘Alright boy. You’ve got a choice. I want you to make it in as clear headed a space as I think you’re going to have just now. We can stop this right now, and you can go back to your boyfriend, back to being a top, or you can be vers and let your bf breed your hole so you’re not breaking any rules. Or, you can keep coming here, keep taking my loads, and I will turn you into my boy. I will make you into a real cumslut. I will push you and train you. I’ll make you into what I think you truly are, but there will be no going back. Once you agree you are mine. You will be my boy, I will be your Sir. My boys aren’t pretty little jocks who get a hankering for raw cock though. My boys are a true faggot cumdumps. My boys live to be bred. My boys live to service me and other men. In the end your bottom boyfriend won’t be able to satisfy you, you will get no pleasure from fucking him. Either he’ll find a new place in your life, or your relationship will be over. But this feeling,’ he slid a finger into my cummy hole, ‘this feeling will never end.’ “’Make me your boy!’ I practically screamed,” Jay gave me a little smile and a shrug acknowledging that he’d been ok with our relationship ending in that moment. After a beat he continued, “Sir said that he appreciated my enthusiasm, but that I needed to go home and think about it. He gave me a bar to meet him at that Friday, and then sent me home. “It was excruciating. I had five days to wait. Sir even said that no amount of begging would make him meet me any sooner. So I just had to deal. I couldn’t stop thinking about him, and how good it felt to get fucked. I couldn’t concentrate at work. All I could think about was being stretched around Sir’s big raw cock. Wednesday after work I went to a sex shop and bought two dildos and a butt plug. I ran home and slathered them with lube and spent the night pounding myself till I passed out. It was something but it wasn’t enough. I felt like I was in heat. Thursday morning when I was getting ready for work I saw the butt plug on the counter of the bathroom. I lubed it out and slid it into my hole before going to the office. It was excruciating and pleasurable all at the same time. I had this secret, this tangible secret inside me. I had something inside my as while at work. It was like it was irradiating the part of me that had claimed to be a top by trying to bottom constantly. I did the same the next day. By the time I got to the bar to meet Sir I was basically in heat. I needed him. I needed to be fucked. I needed to be bred. The plug was banging against my prostate. My dick never got hard but it leaked constantly. It was insane. “Sir had just given me an address. I didn’t realize it was a leather bar till I got there. I felt nervous and excited. Sir was sitting at the bar when I walked in. He noticed me right away and gave me a huge smile. When I was close enough he caught me around the middle and kissed me. His hands roamed all over my body. He gabbed at my ass and stopped when he felt the base of the plug. I told him about going to the sex shop and just wanting to fell my hole being stretched. “He chuckled and said, ‘Don’t worry boy, we’re going to get you good and stretched out tonight.’ He moved me onto the barstool next to him and sat me down. ‘You remember what coming here tonight means?’ “’Yes Sir. It means I’m committing to being your boy. That you will teach me and train me to be the faggot cumslut you believe I am.’ “’And that’s what you want boy?’ “More than anything Sir.’ “’Good boy,’ he said. He flagged down the bartender and got me a beer. We sat and chatted for while we drank. It seemed strange to have a totally normal conversation while I had a plug in my ass and I’d just committed to being trained by him to be a cumslut. After we’d both finished our beers Sir got up and told me to follow him. He led me down a hallway and around a corner to a dimly lit bathroom. He pulled me into the handicapped stall and spun me around. He pulled my pants down and bent me over the toilet. ‘You’re gonna be my boy, well here’s your first lesson. You take my dick whenever I want.’ He tugged the plug from my hole and set it on the back of the toilet. Then he spat on his hand, slicked up his cock as slid it inside me. I moaned. ‘Keep it down slut. You’re not ready for a public show. Next time though. Next time we come to this bar you’ll be the star attraction.’ He pounded me fast and rough, building himself to orgasm quickly. He let out low guttural grunts and he pounded me, and then finally stuffed his cock into the hilt and pumped another load into me. I sighed finally feeling the warmth I craved. He pulled out quickly and stuffed the plug back into my hole. ‘Pull up your pants boy. Lets get out of here.’ “He led me out of the bar and into a cab. He asked me if I’d made any plans for the weekend. I told him no. He replied, ‘Good, then you’re spending the weekend with me.’ He fucked two more loads into me that night and then I passed out in his arms. The next morning I woke up to his dick already hard pushing into my hole. I was tender and sore from wearing a plug for basically two days straight and him fucking me three times the night before but I still pushed back. It felt good giving myself over to him even though my body was tired. He fucked me slow and gentle. I moaned as he slipped in and out of me. I remember just groaning with pleasure. He didn’t warn me he was going to come, he just whispered, ‘take my seed boy,’ in my ear and shot another load into me. I cleaned off his cock, and then he made us breakfast. “He told me that fag boys don’t get real clothes in his house, the only thing I’d be permitted to wear was a jockstrap or a thong. So it sat around naked with the plug back in my hole as we had a lazy, shockingly casual morning. Around lunch he told me to get dressed, that we were going shopping. He took me to a store down in the gayborhood, the kind we always walked past and wondered who shopped there. Inside he led me around handing me things that we were going to buy. That first trip it was all pretty tame things. A few jocks, a couple of thongs, some slutty tank tops. In the back he picked out a new larger butt plug and a dildo with a really pointed head, a wide ribbed shaft and a massive knot at the bottom. ‘Learning to take this is the first step in training that pretty little hole of yours,’ he said as he handed it to me. Then he took me up to the counter and paid for all of it. “Back at his house he made me strip as soon as we were inside and then pulled out a little black thong for me to wear. It was so small and skimpy. The pouch just covered my dick and the little string ran right across the base of the plug in my hole. Somehow, wearing that little thong while he was fully dressed made me feel even more slutty than being naked. He spent the rest of the weekend throat training me and breeding my hole. Half way through Sunday he had me try to ride the knotted dildo. I could only get half of it inside me. He fucked another load into me and then upgraded the plug to the new larger one. He sent me home that night plugged and full of cum with my new clothes and toys in a duffle. “You came home that Monday. We met up for dinner, had a nice night, went back to your place and Sir was right… I got hard, I fucked you but it didn’t feel right. Even as I came in the condom while fucking you all I could think about was taking Sir’s cock again. “That next morning at work my boss told me the client he’d sent me to dinner with had been so pleased with my pitch he’d signed on to the company and had requested me as his representative. Obviously, my boss had no idea that I’d spent the weekend with our new client learning to deep throat his cock and serve him like a true fag. He told me that the client had requested a meeting after lunch and I was to meet him at his office. Five minutes after getting to Sir’s office I was under his desk sucking his cock. “That was how I spent basically the whole week. Sir told me that I needed to get used to wearing my new slutty underwear so I’d put that on in the morning. Then, I’d go to work in the morning, do some clerical stuff, and then head to Sir’s office in the afternoon. He’d throat fuck me under his desk, bend me over and breed my hole while I repeated whatever degrading phrase he told me to… and then I’d switch my underwear so you wouldn’t suspect anything and with an ass full of Sir’s spunk we’d meet up and I’d try to enjoy fucking you. I’m sorry for that. I wasn’t ready to say goodbye to you, I’m still not, but what I needed was changing so intensely. “I told you I had a lot of work to catch up on that weekend so I could spend it with Sir. I showed up to his house after work on Friday. Sir wanted me open and ready to go when I got there so I’d spent the day with my new plug in. I was practically humping the walls when I got there. It didn’t matter that he’d bred me every day that week. I was so fucking horny. I got in the door and without being told stripped down to my tiny thong and got down on my need to suck his cock. I was getting better at it too. I could take half the shaft before I even felt discomfort. He let me blow him till he was just about to cum and then he pulled out and told me to open my mouth. I did and he jerked his cock off in front of me. His load shot all across my face and body. Some went in my mouth, and I swallowed that. The rest he made me leave, marking me as his faggot. “That weekend was the first time he locked my cock up.” Jay looked down at his little nub and smiled. “My first cage was way bigger. Probably double this. Sir said, ‘You don’t get hard when you’re servicing me any way. You just leak. So we’re going to lock your cock up to remind you of your place. Only real men have access to their dicks. Fags just have caged nubs.’ He had me look at myself in the mirror with the cage on. I looked like one of those fag subs I’d seen on Twitter. I loved it! I fucking loved how I looked. Sir told me that I was going to be locked from then on unless I was going to meet you. He gave me a key and told me that for now I was on the honor system but there would come a time when I’d have to commit and give the key over.” Jay looked at me and smiled. “This morning, after he downsized me to this nub Sir took the key. Today, I’ve given myself to Sir. I’m officially his now.” He touched the chain around his neck. “I’m his faggot slut. I’m his sub. And now I’ve made you my cuck. You’ve been cucked by a cumslut faggot… and that’s turned you on. Fuck babe. You’re leaking so much.” He licked the precum from my cock again, and in spite of myself I moaned. “It was Sir’s idea to tell you like this,” Jay continued. “He wanted you to see, not just hear what I had become… who I really am. He also guessed that you might like it.” “It was… at first it was frightening… I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t understand… but I still got hard. Like right away. Seeing you like that. Seeing you beg strangers for their cum. It was… it was fucking hot.” “Sir said you needed to see me as a true cumdump. Not just taking his cock, but being bred like the fucking faggot that I am.” “Was that the first time you’ve done something like that?” “No… the second. Last weekend, I told you I was working over the weekend again, but I came here. I’d spent a week in my cage for the most part. I only took it off the two times we hung out and we only had sex once… and… I faked it. I didn’t cum. I couldn’t I just got rid of the condom before you could find out. Knowing that Sir didn’t want me to cum made it feel impossible. I locked up as soon as I got home that night. It just felt better. Having my dick locked away though, it made me feel… it made me feel even more desperate for cock. I had this constant reminder that I’m a faggot slut, and it made we want to be fucked constantly. I was still going to Sir’s office every afternoon and servicing him, but it wasn’t enough. On Wednesday I told Sir how horny I was and how much I thought about cock and he told me, ‘You know the solution to that. You tried it once before, and now that you know what you need is raw cock, you should try it again.’ “Sir had me open up the apps in his office while I was sitting on his cock. I must have asked him a dozen times if he was ok with another man fucking me. He told me, ‘It’s your duty as a faggot to service real men. If a man wants to fuck you, the only legitimate reason for you to say no, is that I’ve already summoned you.’ He bounced me on his cock as I chatted to guys, telling them how horny I was and that I needed to get fucked. This guy, in his thirties responded that he was free then and needed to blow his load. I told him I’d love to help him out. He asked where I wanted his load and I said, deep in my guts. He sent me his address. Sir bounced me harder till he blew his load and then sent me off to meet my first raw hookup. “The guy lived close to Sir’s work, so it was a fast walk. I remember how slick my cheeks felt as I walked. I kept Sir’s load clenched in my hole. The guy laughed when he saw me in my thong and my cage. He called me a fucking faggot, and hauled me into the bedroom. Now that he knew I was a sub and a slut he wasn’t about to be gentle. He didn’t even take off his shirt. He just dropped his pants and slammed his dick into my cummy hole. It was amazing. He fucked me hard and fast building up to his orgasm. He groaned and moaned. He told me I had such a nice cunt. I liked that. I liked him calling my hole a cunt. He fucked so hard and deep. Then, without a single word, just a deep grunt he pushed his dick into me and shot his load. “It was so different from how Sir fucked me and yet it was fulfilling too. It felt so good. Having him shoot his load inside me was exactly what I needed. He kicked me out basically as soon as he’d gone soft. Out on the street I texted Sir about it. He asked me how I felt, and I told him that I felt like a sexy fucking slut! He told me to go home and grab some clothes for the next day and then come over and spend the night with him. “That night was the first time he downsized my cage. He said ‘This is your reward. The more you embrace your faggot slut self the more I’m going to change your body to reflect that. This first cage was just to get you used to it, but its way too big for a slut like you. We’re going to shrink this cock down till it’s just a little nub.’ The next cage was maybe an inch and a half long. It felt tiny, but it was still big compared to this.” Jay grinned proudly. “I told Sir how sexy it had made me feel when the guy realized I was a slut to be used and just took me. Then I told him about the guy calling my hole a cunt when he bred me. “Sir laughed and said, ‘You’ve got a nice hole boy but it’s not a cunt yet. That’s going to take more training and a lot more loads. Don’t look so sad boy, is that what you want? You want your hole turned into a big sloppy cunt? Remember all you have to do is ask.’ “’Yes Sir! Please. Please train my hole. Please turn my tight little hole into a big sloppy cunt!’ “Sir practically dragged me upstairs. He pulled out all these toys and started fucking them into me. As he was sliding a big long dildo into me he said, ‘This is what its going to take boy. You’re going to have to train your hole every day. Soon it will open up into a nice wet pussy and then it will become a big ruined cunt. But you have to work at it every day. I’m going to send you home with some toys and you’re going to spend an hour every morning working your pretty little hole open. Every day you’re going to finish by trying to take the knot on the dildo I bought you. Don’t force it, don’t hurt yourself. Just work up to it. Once its inside you you’ll know you’ve made your hole into a pussy and you’re ready for real destruction. “He fucked me with two fingers stuffed in my hole that night alongside his shaft. I felt so loose afterwards. It was a new feeling. It wasn’t just the fullness of having all that cum inside me, or that I’d now been bred by two different men. It was how used my hole felt. The tenderness around the ring, the sight pooch it had, how it felt like it wasn’t fully closed. “The next morning before I left Sir’s house for work I spent an hour squatting over the dildo’s he’d left out for me working my hole wider and wider. Then when I went to see him that afternoon he fucked me again with two fingers in my hole. I was so loose when you and I went on our date that night. That was when I pretended to cum while I fucked you. It was impossible to think of anything but how gaped my hole felt. I went home and spent another hour bouncing on my new toys. I could just take the knot dildo to just above the knot. I could feel its width against my ring. It made me even more desperate. In the morning I spent an hour again riding the toys, this time I could feel my hole trying to let the knot in. The constant stretching and destruction was working. “I spent that Friday night at Sir’s. He fingered me and stretched me and fucked me. He kept telling me what a pretty cunt I was going to have when he was done with me. Saturday Sir fucked me instead of my training my hole, but when he was done he stuffed a what felt like a massive plug in my hole. He kept me plugged like that for the rest of the day. A locked and plugged fag. “After dinner he asked, ‘Are you ready for the next step in turning you sweet hole into a wet pussy?’ I emphatically told him yes. He had me take the plug out of my hole, telling me it would just get in the way, and then had me get dressed in a skimpy black jockstrap, a pair of little running shorts and a stringy tank top. I looked like a total slut when I looked at myself in the mirror. “We went back to the bar he’d had me meet him at. This time we didn’t stop at the bar for drinks, he led me up to the second floor. It was much darker here, with lots of dark nooks and booths. He looked around for a second, and then spotted a group of guys. He waved to them and walked over. They were sitting in a U-shaped booth with a small table in the middle. It was off in a corner, out of the way, and very dimly lit. It took my eyes a minute to adjust and take in the six guys already sitting there. They were all handsome and rugged, though quite different in the details. They smiled at me and made pleasantries with Sir, who soon slipped into the booth at one end. “Sir took me by the hips and guided me to sit on his lap. I could feel his dick start to get hard in his pants. I rubbed my ass back on him as the men chatted. He shifted a bit and I could feel him tug his pants down a little. Then he pulled my running shorts off to one side exposing my hole. I gasped as he rocked us both forward and then back sliding his cock easily into my stretched hole. He hugged me to him, his raw cock buried in my guts. ‘Alright fag, here’s the deal,’ he said in my ear, ‘I told you it would take a lot more training and a lot more loads to turn this hole into a pussy. You’re doing really well on your training, but now its time to start collecting those loads. My friends here are going to help you with that.’ I looked around at the group of men around me and saw that they had all undone their pants or pulled them down. ‘I want you to go round the booth and ride each one of them until they breed you. Understand?’ “’Yes Sir!’ “’Good boy, start with Mike here.’ He lifted me off his cock and passed me to the man next to him. I had to hover in the air for a second as Mike fished his wide cock out of his pants. Then he lined it up with my hole and pulled me down onto him. He was so fat that it stretched my hole to the limit. I remember moaning loudly, and Mike putting his hand over my mouth. ‘Don’t moan too loud boy, I don’t think you’re ready for this to turn into a gangbang with the whole bar. Mike used his hips to bounce me up and down on his cock, taking control. He kept his hand over my mouth. The other men watched and chatted, sometimes talking about how they wanted to use me and sometimes talking about totally benign nonsexual matters. It was strange how they could watch me being fucked and talk about the price of groceries. “Mike came fairly quickly and passed me to the next guy, and then the next guy. I made my way around the circle. Sometimes ending up bent over the low coffee table, sometimes riding a guy as hard as I could. Outside out little booth the bar was crowded. Guys were drinking and chatting with their friends. It mostly just seemed like a regular bar. Though I did see a big bear push a twink to his knees and face fuck him against a wall as I rode the last guy. “I was sweaty and panting when I moved back across the booth to sit on Sir’s lap once again. It had taken me over an hour to make it around the circle and had collected six loads. Sir slid his dick into me again and growled, ‘You didn’t think you were done did you boy? Ride me fucking cock faggot.’ I put one foot against the table and pushed myself back against Sir. I pulled myself up till only his head was inside me and dropped back down. I was determined to put on a show and really enjoy the sensation of being fucked with a hole full of cum. “Sir’s breathing was just getting shallow when another man appeared. At first I was the only one who noticed him. Thirty maybe, shirtless in a pair of tight black jeans. He had a cute face and a really hairy chest. He watched me ride Sir’s cock. We made eye contact and he licked his lips. Sir grunted, and pulled me down onto his crotch. His cock thickened and then released another wave into me. “The guy stepped closer to our group and smiled. He gave his throat a little clear and said, ‘Is this a private party or can anyone have a go with the slut?’ “I lent so I could look at Sir behind me. ‘You said any man who wants to fuck me right?’ I said. “’Fucking slut,’ Sir said laughing, ‘you’re giving into this faster than I thought you would.’ He looked up at the new guy. ‘Why don’t you take my slut into the bathroom and give him a propper pounding.’ “The guy grinned and reached out his hand to me, ‘You got it Sir,’ he replied. I took his hand and he lifted me out of the booth pulling me off of Sir’s deflating cock. I looked back at him and grinned, then was whisked away to the bathroom. The new guy took me back to the same stall Sir had had me in the pervious time we were there. He pushed me forward and pulled my shorts down. ‘Fuck,’ he said, ‘you really did take very guy in that booth, didn’t you? You’re fucking leaking!’ He lined up his cock and slid it inside me. “’They’re Sir’s friends, he’s training my… fuck your cock feels good… he’s training my hole, well and he’s training me. He’s making me into his faggot. Fuck yeah! Pound my hole. He’s making me into his faggot cumdump and part of that is wrecking my hole till it’s a fucking cunt.” “’Shit that’s hot. A pussy boy in training. Fuck yeah. God all those loads feel good around my dick. I’m not gonna last long. I’m gonna fucking breed your faggot ass. Fucking take my load you fucking slut!” He pulled out and fired his first shot all over my ass covering me in his load and then slammed it back inside as his dick continued to pulse. ‘Don’t bother cleaning up,’ he said after he was finished and pulled out. ‘Everyone in the bar can see what a fucking slut you are. Go show your Sir that you were a good boy and took my load.’ “I pulled up my pants, without cleaning his load off me at all, and went back up to the second floor where Sir and his friends were waiting. My butt felt damp and slick. I knew there was a wet spot forming from the new guys cum and the loads leaking out of my battered hole. “’Jesus, you look a mess,’ Sir said when I got back to the booth, ‘I’d better get you home before you end up with the whole bar inside you.’ We said goodbye to his friends, and I thanked them for their loads and he took me back to his apartment.” “Fuck, Jay…” I said taking him in, “That’s so… that’s so fucking hot. I can’t believe how quickly you gave in. Fuck. I’m so fucking horny now. I feel like I should be mad, I should be upset but fuck. I’m just horny. Why don’t you suck me off and it can be out secret?” Jay grinned at me, “Sorry babe. Sir said you’re not allowed to cum. He told me edge you and tell you about how we turned me. He said he thought you finding out you’ve been made a cuck for weeks would turn you on though.” “I guess… fuck I guess it does.” I had to accept the truth. I was hornier than I’d ever been after hearing Jay’s story. “Don’t worry,” Jay said, “Sir will be back soon. He’s excited to have you as a cuck now too!” “Fuck… ok then, finish your story. Last Saturday a group of Sir’s friends bred you, plus some random guy from the bar and Sir…” “Right… well we slept in Sunday, but I still woke up to Sir slowly fucking me. He held me tight as he worked his cock into me. I pushed back against him and took his load deep inside me. It feels so good starting the day with his cum inside me. Having that slick wet feeling before I’m even out of bed. After he came he left me to do my training while he made breakfast. I could feel my hole stretching around the knot of the dildo. I wanted it inside me so badly, but I wasn’t quite there. After an hour I went back down, my hole gaped and sloppy. Sir slipped three fingers into me and played with my hole for a moment before setting down my food. “I remember going over and kissing him before I say down. ‘Thank you,’ I said. “’For what boy?’ “’For last night, and this morning, for all of it. Fuck! I’ve never felt this alive. I’ve never felt this sexy. I’m so horny all the time it’s amazing. Seriously. I just spent an hour stretching out my hole, after you fucked a load into me, and you fingering me for thirty seconds has me feral. Seriously. If all your friends from the bar wanted to come and breed me right now I would be down!’ “He kissed me back, and held onto me for a long moment. When we broke apart he said, ‘Eat up. I think we have a stop to make today.’ “Sir didn’t tell me where we were going. He just had me dress in a thong and a pair of jeans with a regular t-shirt and get on the train. It was the first time Sir and I took the train together. I had this feeling that everyone around us could tell I was his boy, his cumdump. I imagined that they could all smell the sex wafting off of me, and it made my hole twitch. I liked the idea of being exposed. I started to realize that was also part of the fun of the night before, it wasn’t just getting fucked by all those guys. It was the exposure, the fact that anyone could see us and know what a fucking slut I am. It wasn’t just that Sir was breeding me, or had locked up my cock, or had me wearing slutty little thongs. It was that he was exposing me. He was shifting it so that my inner most desires, things I hadn’t yet fully understood myself, were outwardly displayed for anyone to see. I thought about what he’d said, about how as I let go more and more he was going to help me change my outsides to match. “We got off the train down in the village and he led me to a little store front on a side street. It was a tattoo parlor. I felt a little panicked. I wasn’t sure I was ready for a tattoo, but I shouldn’t have worried. Sir walked in and said to the guy sitting at the counter, ‘Hey Carl, how’s it going. We need to get my new boy’s nipples pierced.’ “’Sounds good. Mind locking that door behind you, come on back boy.’ Sir locked the front door of the shop and switched the sign to open. I thought it was odd but didn’t ask any questions. I followed Carl into the back of the shop where he had me stand and take off my shirt. He looked me up and down, measured my nipples and marked them out. Then he had me sit on table so he could be at eye level. My heart was pounding. “’You’re doing so good boy,’ Sir said. ‘You’re going to look so fucking sexy with your nipples pierced. Think about it. Think about yourself naked, your dick packed into a tight little cage, a collar around your neck. You’ll look like the perfect little slut.’ “’Yes Sir,’ I moaned, imagining it. In the second that I had my eyes closed Carl slipped the needle through one of my nipples and locked the piercing in place. “’Well done boy,’ Carl said, and moved to the other one. ‘Deep breath for me. That’s it and…’ he deftly slipped the needle through my other nipple and twisted the piercing closed. ‘All done.’ “Carl stepped out of the way and I looked at myself in the mirror. The piercings glittered against my skin. Sir was right, even wearing jeans I looked so sexy. Nipple piercings make some guys seem tough, mine made me seem abusable. “’Do you like them boy?’ Sir asked? “’I love them Sir!’ “’Good boy, now get on your knees and say thank you properly to Carl.’ I looked around and saw that Carl had undone his pants and flopped a long fat cock out of his briefs. I dropped to my knees immediately and gobbled him down. Sir’s throat training really was working wonders. I got Carl all the way down my throat before I gagged a little. I grabbed his hips and pressed on, fighting my body’s reaction and making myself deep throat his beautiful cock. “Carl grabbed the back of my head and fucked his cock into my mouth. I coughed and spluttered but kept my throat open for his dick. I stuck out my tongue to lick the shaft as he throat fucked me. Thick spit started to bubble up on the sides of my mouth. It dribbled down my chin splattering the floor. My face felt slick. Carl just kept fucking. He moaned and grunted. His fingers twisted into my hair. ‘Fuck yeah. Fucking choke on my cock faggot.’ He said. ‘That’s it fucking swallow my load boy!’ He moved his dick so it was resting in my mouth and fired off his load. I gulped it down as fast as I could. A little trickle leaked out down my chin, but Carl scooped it up with his cock head and pushed it back into my mouth. Even as I tried to catch my breath I cleaned off Carl’s cock. I licked up every drop of cum. “Sir cleaned me up and took me home. He was really gentle with me the rest of the day. He knew my nipples were tender and I’d experienced a lot in the last day and a half. He fucked me softly on the living room couch, then we shared a drink and had dinner. He held me close that night as we fell asleep, his cock semi hard and nestled between my cheeks. “In the morning he called my boss and told them he was having an emergency and needed me to come to his office for the entire week. Five minutes later my boss called me to tell me to report to Sir’s office, and I had to pretend that Sir wasn’t balls deep inside me while on the phone. We didn’t go to work all week. We stayed home and Sir trained me. I spent lots of time playing with toys. Slowly opening my hole more and more. Sir fucked me every morning, and several times each day. At least once a day he’d send me to meet one of his friends. Sometimes he’d come with me, other time’s he just give me an address and send me on my way. “’You need to learn boy that you exist to service men. A faggot like you exists for the pleasure of men. You are mine, you are my boy, but you cannot deny a man who wants to use you.’ “He sent me to all sorts of guys. Older guys, younger guys. Big guys, fit guys, really skinny guys. Twice he told me to get on the app and find someone to breed me. Last night I found this twinky college senior with a massive dick. I went to his apartment. He told me we had to be quiet because his roommates were home. He took me in his bedroom and just went straight for my hole. If I hadn’t had Sir’s load in me as lube I would have screamed. His dick was so long it was banging places only toys had hit before. If he’d really wanted me to be quiet he shouldn’t have fucked me so hard. I couldn’t help it. He just pounded the sounds out of me. I was moaning and gasping when he bottomed out a came. ‘Fucking take my load you stupid faggot,’ he practically yelled. “His roommate was standing right outside the door when we opened it after. The twink tried to apologize, but the roommate gave me this look. Without even going to the roommate’s room I got on my knees and fished out his cock. I sucked him there in the doorway and then turned around and presented my freshly bred hole to him. He slammed his fat dick into my hole and pounded me mercilessly. ‘Fucking slut faggot, taking my roommate’s load wasn’t enough for you. No a caged up slut like you lives to be bred. You need to be fucked, don’t you? You cant say no to a raw dick in your fucking home.’ He pounded me into the wall until he came. Then he pulled up my pants and said, ‘get the fuck out faggot.’ Hearing Jay talk about being degraded by random strangers made my cock throb even more. He’d fallen so much further than I could even imagine. “Then this morning at the end of my training I was working on the knot dildo and felt something different. I was still being stretched but my hole seemed willing somehow. It seemed easier. I squatted over it, using my weight to push me down. I felt it. My hole was opening. I let out this crazed groan and my hole opened up. The knot slipped inside me and locked into place. I fell forward moaning. Sir came in to see what the noise was and found me ass up with the dildo knotted into my ass. “’You did it boy. Fuck yes. Look at that.’ He gave the base of the dildo a tug, the knot pulling at my hole. ‘Knotted like a bitch in heat. Fuck. Look at that. A big fucking dildo knotted into your new pussy. Fucking sexy little faggot.’ “Hearing Sir call my hole a pussy was electrifying. I’d done it. I’d taken one more step to having a really ruined cunt. I’m one step close to being the cumdump I’m supposed to be.” Jay looked at me wild eyed and continued. “Sir had me get up, with the dildo still knotted inside me and follow him into the bedroom. ‘Time for a new cage, one that befits a fag pussy like you. But there’s one catch. This time, the key stays with me. If you’re ready to be a fag pussy you become locked permanently. That mean’s you wont be able to keep up the charade of you being a top with your little boyfriend.’ “I didn’t even hesitate. I told him I was ready. I wanted to be a fag pussy. He unlocked the medium cage and crammed my dick into this little one. Then he tossed me on the bed, tore the dildo out and fucked me like a beast in heat. While he was inside me he told me to grab my phone from the nightstand and invite you to a work dinner tonight. He explained his plan, well most of his plan to me. I was to bring you up here, and get you naked. He was then going to restrain you, and you were going to then watch me get fucked. It would be your cuck initiation by fire. You’d ever find yourself turned out or furious. Either way we couldn’t keep up the illusion.” “Now what,” I asked, looking at Jay. “Now,” the stranger’s voice said from behind me, “You have a choice. Your bf has chosen his path. You now get to choose yours.” The stranger walked around my chair for the first time and I finally got a look at Sir. He was well over six feet, with broad powerful shoulders. He was shirtless, showing off his big round pecs, massive protruding nipples, strong flat stomach and dense, dark body hair. He was one of those men so covered in hair that they just exuded an animalistic masculinity. His thick arms, with heavy veins had dark ripples of hair all along them. He wore tight dark jeans that did nothing to hide the dense musculature of his legs nor the massive bulge of his dick pointing off to the right of his crotch. Jay moved from where he had been kneeling in front of me to kneel at Sir’s feet. They both looked at me expectantly. “You can either leave, and your relationship with Jay ends. Which honestly, I think would be sad. Or you can take your place in out new dynamic as the desperate horny little cuck that you are and watch as Jay gets transformed from this cute little cum hungry jock to an absolutely farel cum slut with a massive cored out wreck of a cunt. Something tells me, even though this is the first time we’re meeting, that you had more fun tonight than you have in a long time sexually. Give in, enjoy it…” -Six months later- Jay moaned. He was strapped up in a sling, his head laying back against the headrest, his arms and legs buckled to the sling’s support chains. His cock, stuffed into a tiny black micro numb cage leaked constantly as the beefy man between his legs worked his forearm into Jay’s stretched hole. A big arm wrapped itself around my chest, pulling me into Sir’s powerful body. I sunk into him. “Look at our boy go,” Sir said in my ear. “He used to fuck you, remember? Remember when he’d pound your tight little hole with his big jock cock and make you moan like a little slut. Remember when he wanted to play safe and only fucked you with a condom? Now look at him. Look at that big bear fist his cunt. He fucking loves it. He’s not a top any more. As much as you want him to be he’s mine now. He’s my dumb fucking little faggot slut.” My own cock strained in its cage, precum dripped onto the bathhouse floor. I let out a long moan.

My Playroom—August, 2024 It had been a long time. Jake, the man with an insatiable ass and a high tolerance for pain, came back to my playroom. He looked tan and fit as he stripped down, tossing his clothes in the chair. He saw the wrist and ankle restraints hanging on the sling. He strapped on all four, loving the feel and, more importantly, they put him in the right head space. I was in my used jock and boots, not bothering with the wrist band, as that wrist would likely disappear in his ass. Jake sits on the bed. He announces that he no longer uses poppers—getting all the rush he needs from the play. I step forward. He nuzzles my swelling cock in the jock pouch. He inhales deeply. I twist aside the fabric and get my half hard dick in his mouth. Jake begins to suck, using lots of tongue. I really prefer him popper-less for this and tell him so. The heady fumes used to make him not be as careful with my cock. He gets me hard and ready before he moves to my balls. They are left wet and dripping. One more trip back to swallowing almost my entire length before I tell him I want to eat his ass. He gets up and automatically gets on the fuck bench. I kneel and sink my tongue into his pucker. It all but pulls me into him. I lick and spit, all while I lube my cock with coconut oil. Surprisingly, I don’t linger there. I want to fuck him. I stand up and slide in. He groans. I think he’s oblivious to the mirrors. His eyes are closed in concentration. I give him every inch. I hold—and begin to move. In and out. Instantly his ass adjusts to the intruder. It relaxes. In moments, if I want to keep it tight, I need to add a toy along with my cock. I grab the egg headed dildo with the slender shaft. I grease it up with my cock still in him. I slip out and push the toy into place. Jake groans. I add my cock back in, with the toy above it. Now he is back to feeling just like how he felt those first few moments. I fuck, pull out, and push my cock back into him with the toy below me. This is how I always used to use this toy; I loved the rippled shaft on the bottom of my cock. But both feel great—so I keep pulling out, switching positions, leaving the toy in place and pushing my cock either above or below it. Now, I pull out and bring him my cock to clean. Jake’s eyes light up. He loves ass to mouth. He swallows me down, licking every inch of flesh. I can’t take my eyes off the hungry look on his face as he does it. I fuck him once more, toy still in place and bring my cock back to his mouth. The heady scent of coconut oil fills the room as he cleans me once more. We switch to the sling. I eat his slightly gaping hole, my tonguing pushing in deep. I fuck him. Slow and leisurely. I kneel again and work 4 fingers from each hand into him and do a lateral stretch. And again. I reach for the nearest toy. It is the curved dildo with all the bumps that GaryM left with me. Jake takes it, moaning as the toy just keeps filling him. He takes every inch. He moans as I pound my fist on the bottom of it, sending reverberations through his entire body. I pull it out. I fully grease up left hand. With little effort I am inside him. All of it. I twist it out and do it again. I move on the Ballistic Butt Bomb, the stainless-steel egg at the end of a long thin metal shaft. He loves this, and takes it deep. I stand up and fuck him with this toy in place, enjoying the hard shaft under my cock and my cock head butting against the metal egg. I fist him once more. Now I add the Ass Grommet over my cock and fuck him with my supersized penis. I love the feel of his ass, as my cock sticks out of the end of the toy. He loves the extra girth around my already large dick. He reminds me that he was the one who left this toy with me. I go thru the toy chest. The three tiered butt plug-ish toy my brother gave me. Jakes loves the softness of this one, so I follow it with a really hard toy which is long and has three bumps in the shaft. I hold onto the handle and work it deeper and deeper. I pull out the fisting toy that Fort Troff is selling. It is shaped vaguely like a open hand with the thumb on the palm, but it is not realistically detailed. It is made of a very hard material. And Jake is the first man to love the feel of it. He takes it easily. We break for water and tea. Jake gets back on the bench. I use most of the toys on him again. Every one of them feels brand new, with his ass in a different position. Now I also use my right hand instead of my smaller left. I have a hot moment of going from one hand to the other, really stretching his ass. Jake has brough the ball crusher, the red wooden box you’ve seen on these pages before. He puts his testicles inside. He adds the top piece that I will slowly tighten down to really crush them. We take a moment to string the box up so it is pulls it away from his body. PIC I slowly tighten the two wing nuts to tighten it down. The slightest turn makes him gasp, but he is loving it. I work them until I have it really tight on him. “Now hit it.” I do, with my fist. It’s not enough. “We need a mallet.” I pull out the first dildo I ever bought for a fuck buddy, so long ago I rarely use this hard, unforgiving toy on anyone. Pic It makes an ideal hammer. I hold the shaft and beat the massive ball sack down on the box. Jake groans and encourages me to hit harder. I do. Over and over. We finally stop and take off the crusher. We’ve been playing for over 2 hours. He gets back in the sling. I kneel and use my alternating hands on him, until he reluctantly says we should stop… The original post, with a lot of pictures, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Jake’s Insatiable Ass (and Nuts of Steel) September 2, 2024 Jake wrote up his version of events. That is here: From My Side of the Sling: Guest Writer: Anal Ordinance Testing September 3, 2024

I'm 31 but look about 25, I am 5'11", athletic build with dark blond/light brown hair. I am pretty much smooth all over, except my legs which are pretty hairy. I have an amazing arse and make an excellent bottom boy. I've been barebacking since my teens. I hope you enjoy the story. It was Thursday evening at last and the start of my long weekend off work. I’d had to work the previous four weekends but now it was my time to relax. I drove home, it was a beautiful hot summer evening and the weather forecast was promising non-stop sunshine. I got out of my uniform as soon as I walked in through the front door and headed for a shower. As I dried myself off I texted my dealer asking if he was around this evening and if he could sort me out with some gear. He was free around 20:30 and the price was good– it was a big order so I got bulk discount. I dried myself off, making sure that I was completely smooth all over, threw on a pair of loose shorts and a t-shirt before heading to my dealer’s place. I knocked on the door and one of his regulars answered the door, I gave him a hug and walked in, kicking my flip-flops off in the hallway. There were three other regulars there, all sitting around drinking cans of coke and enjoying a spliff. Kirk, my dealer, was sat in an armchair at the end of the room weighing out small bags of gear and decanting GHB into smaller bottles. Kirk is black, in his early 40s, poz and is rumoured to have a massive cock with a metal ring through the end of it. I have no idea how true this is, he’s just my mate and my dealer. He looked up, saw me and smiled. I walked over to him and gave him a big hug; his muscled arms wrapped around me and gave me a squeeze. He gestured for me to sit down and told me that he was just measuring out the last of the gear for me. I put the cash on the table in front of him, he didn’t have to count it; he knew that I was good for the £250. We made small talk and I told him about my plan to get completely fucked up over the weekend. He smiled and laughed and said he wished he was young enough to join in. He passed my the bags of mcat and crystal meth, a bottle of GHB and a bottle of poppers, and a pack of ten Viagra to keep the party going. I thanked him, waved goodbye to his regulars and headed out the door. Back in the car I checked the gear that he’d given me and saw an extra bag of gear with a winky smiley drawn on in black marker. I didn’t know what it contained but if it was from Kirk, I knew it would be good. I drove home, stripped off, did a couple of small lines to get me started and opened Grindr. I had 10 old messages saying “hey” or “hi”, but nothing worth reading so I deleted them and changed my profile name to “HnH raw bttm”. I scanned the profiles and it was mostly the same pics that were always there, but a new one caught my eye: Joey, 24, white, hung top, 4 miles away. I messaged him with a pic of my arse and body and asked if he was free tonight. To my surprise he messaged back straight away with a pic of his beautiful cock with a big head and a drop of precum oozing out the end. He said he was visiting from Brighton but his mates had let him down at the last minute so he was looking for somewhere to crash tonight. I said he could stay at mine if he was cool with chems and bareback. He replied with a load of winky smileys and asked for more pics. We sent a few more back and to and he was gorgeous so I sent him my address. He told me that he wanted me blindfolded on all fours on my bed wearing a jockstrap with a buttplug in. I told him that I only had big buttplugs and he replied, “the bigger the better”. I agreed and said that I’d be ready and waiting for him. I prepared some bombs of mcat and crystal meth in Rizzla papers, made up a couple of drinks with GHB in and popped a Viagra. The fresh bottle of poppers were on the bedside table and were so strong that I almost got high from just taking the lid off. Joey was about 5 minutes away so I lubed up the buttplug, took some mcat and GHB, three deep hits of poppers and squatted over it. I felt it cold against my hole and pushed down on to it, feeling it opening my hole and stretching me, then it popped in and I felt a rush flow up through my body. I had a line of crystal meth, put on my jockstrap and blindfold and waited. After a couple of minutes I heard someone open the front door and let themselves in, they came up the stairs and walked in through my bedroom door. Neither of us said a word. I listened to him get undressed and he headed over to the bed where I was waiting on all fours, my plugged ass in the air. I took a couple of hits of the poppers and waited, precum poured from my cock from the excitement. He was behind me, he leant over and gently kissed both of my ass cheeks and ran a finger around the base of the buttplug, stroking my ring. Then, without warning, he grabbed the plug firmly and pulled it straight out of me leaving my hole gaping wide open. I shouted “fuck” but he told me to shut up and take some more poppers whilst he rubbed some of the crystal meth around the inside of my gaping hole. It started to burn as the crystals rubbed my delicate insides, but then a feeling of warmth and extreme horniness spread through me and I was begging him to ruin my hole. He leant over me, the tip of his precum covered cock just teasing my arse and whispered in my ear “do you really want me to ruin your cunt forever?”. “Yes!” I replied, taking two more deep hits of poppers and sending myself higher than I had ever been before. “OK” he said and pushed all 9 inches of his cock into me in one go. It felt amazing but then he started to push his hand inside me too, finger after finger entered my hole beside his cock until his whole hand was inside me and he was fucking my stretched out hole, rubbing his precum all over my insides. He started fucking and fisting me at the same time, wave after wave of intense please pulsed through me as he got rougher and rougher. He whispered in my ear “Where do you want my load?”. “Inside me” I replied. “You are bleeding, are you sure?”, “Fuck yes” I said as I imagined his thick creamy load shooting deep into my guts. His pounding got quicker and then he stopped with his dick completely inside me and he started wanking himself off. He grunted and I felt his whole body spasm as he shot a weeks worth of cum into my ruined bleeding hole. He pulled his cock and fist out of me at the same time and immediately replaced them with the buttplug. “Stay there” he said, “I’ve got another present for you”. Long Weekend – Part 2 He got off the bed and went over to his pile of clothes where he messaged someone on his phone before coming back to the bed. He told me to turn over and sit up, which I did, and he gave me one of the premade bombs of mcat and crystal meth and I swallowed it with the drink laced with GHB. After he’d helped me with a glass of water to wash away the taste he told me that his friends hadn’t let him down but were actually in a van outside and he’d messaged them to come in. I asked how many and how old they were, he told me that there were three of them, two other young guys like him, 23 and 26, and their daddy, 48, who had the thickest cock he’s ever seen and had piercings along the whole length of it. By now the chems had really kicked in and I couldn’t think about anything other than getting my hole used and seeded. The idea of these four guys taking turns to breed me seemed like heaven so of course I agreed. He told me to take some more poppers to get me really flying and then they would start using my holes. After the second hit of poppers I heard them coming up the stairs, I was still blindfolded but I could hear three new voices. The older guy, who they all called Daddy, told them to unpack the equipment and set it up by the bed. I asked what equipment and they told me that it was a video camera and tripod and a few straps and sex toys. I could’ve tried to refuse but there were four of them and only one of me, and I was so high that I would agree to anything. Whilst the three lads set up the camera, Daddy stripped off and got on to the bed, pushing my on to my back and propping my plugged arse up on pillows to make it more accessible. He gently teased the buttplug and pulled it out of me slowly, allowing a stream of pink cum to run out of my gaping hole. Daddy scooped some of it up with his fingers and pushed it back into my hole, then used the rest to smear over his thick pierced cock. He slapped my exposed hole with the head of his rapidly hardening cock, causing the piercings down the length of his shaft to jangle against each other. He positioned the head of his cock against my hole, took a hit of poppers and then held the bottle under my nose for six long slow hits. My hole opened up and he started to push his thick pierced cock inside me. I had never been fucked my a pierced cock before and every piercing sent a new wave of slutty pleasure through my body as they forced their way in through my ring and rubbed against my prostate. It was definitely the thickest cock I had ever had and I felt so full. Daddy asked me if I liked his cock and all I could do was whimper in a mix of pleasure and pain. He slid in and out of me slowly, the metalwork in his cock rubbing my delicate insides, and his three sons were watching and wanking. Daddy pulled out and rubbed some more crystal meth around my gaping hole to make me hornier and sluttier and more relaxed. After the burn had subsided and he had pushed his cock back inside me I begged for more. He told his youngest son, Josh, to slide his cock into me at the same time. After a couple of changes of position, Josh’s 8 inch cock was hammering in and out of my hole whilst Daddy enjoyed the new tightness. I could tell that Daddy was getting close to cumming because his breathing was deeper and his groans were more frequent. He told Josh to pull out and to hold my cunt wide open with both hands and then he wanked himself off all over my hole before telling Josh to fist it into me. It burned as Josh fisted it deep into my guts and it felt like no cum I’d ever had before. I asked Daddy what had happened and he chuckled and said “Welcome to the family, you belong to me now, you’re carrying my strain”. He got off the bed and told Josh and Zack, the eldest, to finish me off. They got me on all fours and spitroasted me, taking turns to use my hole and my mouth, the taste of poz cum on their cocks. Joey, who had been quietly operating the video camera, came over to the bed and released my rock hard cock from my jockstrap and started to wank me, more and more precum oozed out of my cock as he played with my sensitive head. “I’m going to suck your last ever load of neg cum out of you” he said as he slid underneath me to suck me off and watch his brothers breed my hole. As Zack shot the last drop of cum into my hole and pushed the buttplug back to keep it all inside, I came into Joey’s mouth, the most powerful orgasm of my life. I collapsed onto the bed with a massive smile on my face and four poz loads in my sloppy greedy hole. Long Weekend – Part 3 I had lost all track of time and couldn’t even tell if it was day or night. I slipped the blindfold off and looked around my room. At first I wasn’t sure if I had imagined what had just happened but I could hear the guys downstairs and my arse was sore and plugged. I slipped the cum-drenched jockstrap off and put it in the laundry basket before putting a towel around my waist and heading for the shower. The hot water felt amazing against my skin and I gingerly squatted down and eased the plug out of my arse. A huge blob of thick pinky white cum fell out of me, followed by a stream of yet more cum. I touched my hole with my fingers and it wasn’t closing. I tried to clench but it just stayed open and gaping. I finished washing, towelled myself off and headed to the kitchen for a glass of water. The four guys were in the lounge watching porn on the TV. I downed my glass of water and sat down on the sofa between two of them. None of them were in their 20s or 30s, they were all older guys in their 40s and 50s who had duped me with false photos and I had been blindfolded. Each of them had a large toxic symbol tattooed above his cock and they smiled as I realised what had happened. Daddy, the oldest guy in his late 50s, explained that they had all been poz for at least twenty years and had never had any treatment so their viral loads were as high as possible. The told me that they enjoyed pozzing slutty young bottom boys like me and increasing the size of their poz family. Before I could reply, Daddy asked me what my deepest darkest fantasy was now that there were no repercussions. I sat quietly for a bit, thinking, and then said that it was being gang raped by hung black poz guys and being fisted between each cock until my rosebud hung out. All four guys smiled and nodded – they definitely approved and their cocks were hardening again. Daddy asked me if I knew of anyone could help so I nodded and went upstairs to get my phone. I texted my dealer Kirk and explained what had happened and asked if he’d be up for joining in, then I texted my mate Tim from back home and told him what had happened and asked if he was free to come down for the weekend. Tim and I had had a dirty weekend of breeding and fisting in a hotel a couple of years previously and it was his goal to give me a permanent rosebud. I waited for a reply then realised that it was Friday morning and they would probably still be asleep. To my surprise, Kirk replied first and said that he wasn’t free until the afternoon but he was definitely up for breeding my hole with his poz cum. Then he sent me a photo of his cock and the rumours were not wrong – it was huge with a big metal ring through the end of it. And above his cock, tattooed but slightly hidden by his pubes, was a toxic symbol. I replied with a message of my ruined hole and told him that I couldn’t wait for later. Tim replied about half an hour later and explained that he had work, but when I told him what our plan was and that he could actually live his fantasy and turn my rosebud inside out, he called into work saying he was ill and started the drive down to my place. By the time Tim and Kirk arrived the four guys had all dumped at least one more load in me and ravaged my hole with the selection of toys that they had brought with them. After the introductions, Daddy took me upstairs to my bedroom where my bed had been pushed to one side and a sex swing had been erected with plastic sheeting to protect the floor. One video camera had been attached to the top of the frame looking straight down at where my arse would be, and the other was on a tripod looking at my arse. Daddy helped me to prepare some drinks laced with GHB and large bombs of mcat, crystal meth, and the mysterious powder that Kirk had given me for free. I took two large bombs with a drink of GHB before getting into the sling and Daddy strapped my feet up before rubbing a generous dose of crystal meth inside my hole. He passed me a fresh bottle of extra strong poppers and asked me if I was ready. I nodded, took a couple of huffs of the poppers and relaxed back into the sling. I was absolutely flying by the time Kirk walked in through the door, his massive black cock pointing straight out in front of him. I looked at him and said “Breed me”. Without putting any lube or spit on his cock or my hole he just shoved the whole thing inside me and started fucking me mercilessly. I could feel the big metal ring rubbing against my prostate and up through my second ring. He looked deep into my eyes and said “Beg for it”. I took two more hits of poppers so that my hole was as open as it could be and started chanting “Breed me with your poz load” over and over again. His thrusts got deeper and I could feel his cock getting harder and thicker inside me. Then he exploded inside my hole and continued to fuck me hard, rubbing his toxic load into my guts. He slapped my face hard and shouted open your mouth before spitting on my face. I licked my lips and he did it again before pulling out and shouting for Tim to come upstairs. As Tim walked in, I was licking the mixture of blood, cum and ass juices off Kirk’s cock. Tim scooped up some of the cum that had dribbled onto the floor and used it to lube up his fists before ramming one inside me. He punch fucked me for a few minutes and then started pushing his second fist inside. Kirk held the bottle of poppers under my nose and made me take hit after hit. Soon both of Tim’s fists were punching in and out of me and my hole felt amazing. He pushed both fists in as deep as they would go and and then pulled them out quickly at the same time, causing some of my rosebud to come out of my hole completely. He stood there and stared at it. I was too loose and relaxed to suck it back inside myself, it just hung there, dripping with poz cum. He massaged my delicate insides with his hands and then started to fuck them with his precum covered cock. Waves of pleasure shot through my body as Tim added his load to my sloppy ruined cunt. He pulled out and walked around the sling so I could suck his cock clean. He looked into my eyes and said “I’m poz too, always have been” and winked. I looked up at him, his cock still in my mouth, and smiled. Long Weekend - Part 4 The guys unloaded their fucking machine from the back of the van and attached it to the frame of the sex swing, lining up the large ribbed dildo with my ruined hole. My arse was so full of cum that I didn’t need any lube, but they rubbed a generous portion of crystal meth over the end of the dildo to push it deep into my hole. They turned on the fucking machine and it slowly started to slide in and out of my cunt, I was in heaven. They turned up the speed until it was running at maximum and the dildo was just a blur as it pounded my hole relentlessly. They gave me another bomb of chems with some GHB and left me there with a bottle of poppers. They took my phone downstairs and logged into my Grindr account, updating the profile name to “No load refused” and started chatting to anyone who showed any interest. Within an hour they had 8 confirmed guys to come over and breed me, from 19 to 72 years of age. They came upstairs after an hour to find me in a world of euphoria, covered in my own cum and with a messy gaping cummy hole that offered no resistance to the relentless assault from the fuck machine. They switched it off and pulled it out of me before undoing my straps and helping me out of the swing and into the shower. They washed me and made me presentable for the queue of guys who were waiting to breed me. They had been told that there were no limits and no rules, except that their loads had to go up my ass. To avoid having lots of different cars arriving at the house and drawing unwanted attention, they decided to take me in the van to a local area of woodland that was well known for cruising. The 8 guys would meet us there and take turns breeding me. I put on a jockstrap, some loose shorts and a t-shirt and jumped into the back of the van, which had a mattress in. Joey drove with Josh and Zack beside him in the front. Daddy, Kirk and Tim got in the back with me and took turns fucking me as we drove to the woods. Once we were there, Kirk asked if I’d ever tried slamming before. I said that I hadn’t and that I wasn’t keen on trying. Kirk winked at Daddy and Tim and they pinned me down so that Kirk would inject me with a decent hit of crystal meth. I felt the sharp point of the needle and then they released the tourniquet, the rush engulfed my body and I coughed hard before falling back on to the mattress. I was in outer space and could think of nothing but filling my hole; it was so hungry; it needed to be filled. Daddy saw the hunger in my eyes and lay on his back and told me to sit on his thick pierced cock, then Kirk came up behind me and slid his monster black cock inside me at the same time. I was in heaven as they fucked me. There was a knock at the back door and Tim opened in cautiously. It was the 19-year-old, he was tall and muscular and was wearing a pair of tight gym shorts and a tank top. A large patch of precum was seeping across his shorts, that were tight against his big cock. Clearly turned on by the site of my hole being raped by these two older guys, he jumped into the back of the van and unleashed his veiny cock. Daddy and Kirk pulled out and put me on my back ready to receive this 19-year-old’s seed. His balls were the size of eggs and hung low in a perfectly smooth ballbag. He milked his cock and a glob of yellow green goo eased out of his piss slit. The other guys looked at him and said “no load refused” and pulled my legs back to expose my trashed hole. The 19-year-old rubbed the infectious puss over my hole and then slammed into me with all his weight. He reached over me and picked up a large dildo and told me to take some poppers. Tim held the poppers under my nose as the 19-year-old lad forced the dildo into my hole beside his cock, then he picked up another one and tried to do the same, but it was a bit too big. “Give him some more chems” he said as he fucked my hole with his dick and the dildo. Kirk pulled out the bag with the winky smiley on it and said “this is what he needs” before mixing some with GHB, mcat, crystal meth and Red Bull. I downed the mixture and Kirk gave me another slam. Five minutes later both dildos were firmly in my hole and the 19-year-old was close to cumming. Tim went behind the 19-year-old and without warning pushed his precum-covered dick up his tight hole. The 19-year-old screamed for Tim to stop but Daddy and Kirk pinned him down on top of me and spread his ass cheeks so Tim could fuck him easier. I held the poppers under the 19-year-old’s nose and he soon started enjoying the fuck and moaning. Then I felt his cock twitch and unload his dirty spunk deep into my hole. His hole tightened around Tim’s cock and Tim shot his poz load up the young lads hole. He thought the fucking was over but then the three blokes who had been in the front of the van came to take turns with their new fuck toy. After he’d taken loads from everyone, he was sent away to find more guys.

I had been on the road for a couple of weeks. It was really busy on the trip and I didn't get a chance to play with any hot men in Montreal OR Ottawa. I got home late Thursday and decided to take Friday off. Screw it. I was just getting out of a nice hot shower where I had included a good thorough ass enema. I wanted some serious ass play Friday to make up for lost time. I figured I would try online and a couple of regulars to see if anyone wanted to get together for some rimming, fingering, toys and ass play. A regular buddy called and wanted to know if I was working at home? because he wanted to cum over and play in the sling. Talk about sending vibes out to the universe and having your response come back. LOL. R came over and being good Canadian guys, we shared a joint and went downstairs to the sling. He was settling into the sling and adjusting his feet in the stirrups while I searched my porn collection for something suitable. I thought it never hurts to use subliminal hints, so I selected a video with a bunch of hot leather daddies fucking and fisting in sling scenes. Why not!? I ate his ass for a while, sucked his balls (he loves that) and then his cock. He loves it when I slowly deep throat him to the balls, then stop and grip and release his cock with my throat muscles and tongue. Drives him crazy. I always give him this rubber cock/ball ring that makes his balls really stand out nicely. He loves it when I take them both into my mouth and suck them gently towards my throat. Milking them with on/off pressure. His balls are a nice size and a nice sized sack made it really juicy and wet action sliding them in and out of my mouth and doorway to my throat. I got him all turned on and he blew a pretty decent load down my throat. He said he loves the way I eat his ass, and finger his prostate then suck his balls and cock and massage his prostate. He told me once it was all happening at once, he couldn't hold back. We switched places. I got on my back in the sling with my hole hanging over the edge of the leather. Completely relaxed and exposed for him. He sat on the stool and slid it forward so his face was level with my hole. He spit and fingered it up nice and slow. Then he grabbed some lube and started increasing fingers. Continually adding more while he slow stroked my cock with the other hand. He reached out and grabbed some toys from the box by the sling. He lubed them up and worked toys of increasing size inside my hole. It felt amazing. He told me to take a couple of deep pulls on my brown bottle. As I placed the bottle beside me, I felt him slowly slide his entire fist inside me in one gentle, long push. I was horny as fuck from being away, and my hole just sucked his entire hand inside. He played a little at my hole, stretching it, pushing it in/ pulling it out a little. He repeated this nice and slow until my hole was just an open gape. Completely juicy with the lube and now, my ass juices. When he slid back inside the inner edge of my gaping hole, he took his time pushing his three fingers up a little deeper with each gentle thrust. Another huff on the brown bottle and I just relaxed my ass and let him slide up in through the second hole. Nice slow fucking motions and a little pressure. LOTS of lube and j-lube and coconut oil. I couldn't get enough of it. He worked his way inside me nice and slow almost to his elbow. It was pretty hot. He was fucking me from the entrance of my hole all the way up into my guts. In once slow push. Then a similar slow pull. Until he pulled back to the edge of my ass lips and stretched in/out slow. Got it nice and juicy. I came at least three times. I was just oozing cum from the hole of my cock. It was oozing all over my foreskin and cockhead. He reached over and took all the precum from my uncut head and slathered it all over his cut cock. By then, his cock was rock hard and dripping. Adding my precum added to the glisten. He planted the head against my gaping pucker, lined it up perfectly and just shoved it inside in one hard push. Stopped. Got his footing solidly in place and pummelled my hole for about 2-3 minutes. Hard and up deep where he had opened things up. His sock was right through my second hole in a few seconds. I squeezed his cock head as he slipped up inside. We both moaned. He hand me the brown bottle again while he stood still. I took a couple of good pulls and passed the bottle back to him. He told me to grip his cock hard with my ass muscles. I squeezed his cock head a couple of times first, to tease him. Then, I clamped tight on his cock as he thrust in and up deeply, then pulling out right to the outside of my hole. Then slam back in. We were both immediately starting moaning and I knew he was ready to blow a massive load deep in my guts. And he did. I could feel the spurts, he was cumming so hard. It was intense. Wet and juicy and slick. He churned it up a few minutes and then pulled out. But he wasn't done yet. He sat back down on the stool and started slowly fisting my hole that is recently full of his cum. Probably spent another 5 minutes working my hole over and pushing his cum DEEP up inside me. When he was satisfied he had buried everything deep, he pulled his hand out and asked to lick them clean. Pretty intense welcome home.

Well, yall, I got a long one for you, so get comfy. I hooked up with a guy, he came in, had to sneak a little cause the house was awake, and we strip. He lays back on my bed and I start teasing him; I’m kissing his thighs, stomach, I even lick his balls. I had to take his hand off his dick and put it in the bed so he wouldn’t ruin my fun. He was 80% hard when I finally wrapped my lips around his head, so I barely got to play with his foreskin, I should have taken that into consideration. I decided to play around a little so instead of sucking and licking the head casually to warm him up I slowly bobbed down his cock. (My Fwb always twlls me to not be greedy, so tried to not rush so much as stay steady.) I dropped my mouth all the way down his cock until the tip of my tongue was toching hs balls and the spongy head of his dick was pressing past my gag reflex. The rest is sort of a blur, he was shivering and gasping and panting pretty much the whole time. I ate his ass a little and even got my fingers in him which was really cool, well, it was hot af actually, he was on fire. I finally told him I needed him in my ass. I pointed to the condoms, crawled up to the pillows on all fours, and grabbed the lube. It took a little effort and lube, I’m not sure if I don’t relax enough or what but guys tend to have to try to get it in at first. I was anticipating some sensitivity/tenderness as he pounded my tight hole, but in the moment, I only noticed the feeling of his heavy balls smashed against my smaller ones. I was not gentle. I say “I” because I controled the depth, I controled the pace, I fucked him. And he was very responsive, grunting and moaning as he humped against me, barely ever pulling back so much as grinding against me while he was balls deep. Since my balls do have feeling, I could feel him pressed to me. Once he slipped out and my hole sucked the condom off and he grabbed a new one. I loved making him gasp by tightening rhythmically around him. At one point I was holding my ass firm to him while he pounded me and I moaned that I wanted him to breed me and he asked if he could unwrap. I had scraped the sensitive skin inside my hole when I was using a bulb to clean, has even seen a little blood, but he sounded so turned on be the idea of fucking me raw that I wasn’t thinking of my vulnerable hole. The second condom came off and landed on the floor. It did feel really good to have the heat of his flesh on mine. I told him I wanted to feel his load in my ass and starting begging for it. I asked if I could touch my micro dick and he said ‘yes’ ( why wouldn’t he?) and I rubbed myself while he was in my ass, desperately grinding back and forth between the base of his cock and my own hand. I came close several times before I grabbed the toy, tbh, but I was starting to feel like tapping out so I was staying motivated. Finally he grabbed my hips and held still with his balks against my roughed up ass. He came deep inside with several strangled groans, each one emphasized by a tight thrusting of his hips. I begged him not to pull out and to put a plug in my ass to keep his seed in. He did, it was bliss. I quickly turned and started to clean him off with my mouth. He was super out of breath, a little dazed looking, very sweaty (we both were), so I asked him if he wanted to lay down. I stroked his chest for a second and asked if I could ride his leg for a minute while he recovered. He said “yeah, of course” and I straddled his thigh. I never used to feel comfortable being on top in any way and honestly, this is one of my favorite things to do because cum shoots out my dick and soaks his knee. But, when I got on top of him, his dick was right there and it wasn’t even fully soft, so I needed it back in my mouth. I tried to hump his leg and suck gently and slowly at the same time but eventually I gave up and just deepthroated him. I kept swallowing and closing my throat around the head of his cock as well as pulling back just enough to relieve pressure only to push back down. I wrapped my arms under his thighs and brushed my finger over his hole, his legs wrapped around my shoulders, I gagged a few times so his cock and balls were coated in drool. He kept balling his hands into fists at his sides and reaching behind his head, fidgeting as I worked on him. I climbed into his lap, straddling him, and rubbed my dick against the underside of his cock with it pressed against his stomach, I was so slippery down there from cumming, like, you don’t understand how absolutely soaked my blanket was; with him fully hard and me still down as f u c k, I asked if he wanted to fuck my ass again. He did. This time I told him to get on his knees and I backed up on him. I felt like a bitch in heat in desperate need of breeding. I pulled the plug and tightened up until he was pressed to my hole. It went in much easier this time. I will be honest, round two with cum as lube is the hottest feeling. It was just as, l’m not sure “rough” is the right word, but it wasn’t gentle. I had my arms locked as I pushed my ass back against him, taking every inch, every thrust. I squeezed around him keeping the friction at a max as he drug his dick in and out. I take offense at the terms “active” and “passive” because just because I’m taking dick does not mean I’m not an active participant. He lasted pretty long, frothing up the sperm in my ass and working it into my fresh tear. This time I didn’t feel him cum, but he made the same noise and when he pulled out he put the plug back in his own. He stood up, commenting that his knees hurt, mood, and I insisted “just let me clean you up”. I was back on my knees with his not soft cock in my throat again. I tried to restrain myself, keeping in mind that he was sensitive, but I still wound up asking if he wanted to fuck my throat when his hands found my short, sweat drenched hair. I was holding him in the back of my throat as I bounced my gag reflex against him, holding firmly to his ass and helping him fuck my face. I carefully pulled back and smiled evilly up at him. “If you wanna go again, you could just lay back and I’ll ride you.” He shook his head, panting, telling me had to get home and take care of his dogs. Which, I completely understand, but I totally almost got a third load out of him which would have been heaven. He said we definitely need to do it again. And idk, I think we actually might. We rattled the headboard, it was… I’m still a little out of breath, sweaty. I think I’m definitely a power bottom now. Like, I’m in control even if I’m the one taking dick. And my dick, holy fuck, my dick soaked the whole bed. I’m also happy to report that he did rub my dick a few times when I was sucking him. I’m not upset that I’m not getting oral, but I do feel like I’m shaving my balls for nothing. Still, I’m really, my dick is not my primary sex organ, my ass is. That said, I keep clenching around the vibrating plug that’s stirring his load still inside me and my dick is craving some attention, so I’m gonna get to that.

It's been a few years since I last wrote a wild story and my husband thinks I should publish some of them. These stories are taken from mostly real life experiences with a touch of creative license. I love hot wild kinky sex but I love it with heart and connection. I am in my mid 60's. I am 6;1 190 pounds and in pretty good shape. Salt and pepper hair and short beard. Lightly hairy chest and almost 8 inches cut. I often pass for early 50's and that's good because that's the age of my husband of 10 years. We actually have been together for 10 years and married for 5. I keep a tight grip on the partying and we keep it to about 4 times a year. Been down the road of excessive use and not going there again. It's also a treat to do it and it's much more intense. my husband is 5'10 175 and solid dark brown Asian American with a hot bubble butt and 7.5 cut cock, he is in hid mid 50's and HOT. We are both versatile and when not partying sorta flip fuck each other. I am more top but who keeps score! It had been almost a year since we had a wild weekend and we were overdue. On the occasion of our 5th wedding anniversary my husband surprised me with a weekend getaway to a seaside resort near the ocean. It was not very busy being off season but he had plans. He said he had secured some really good meth and had brought all the supplies necessary for a while weekend. He told me to bring all my toys and leather. We drove a couple of hours north of the Bay Area and arrived at a beautiful town nestled in hills and trees right on the water. It was cold and but crisp and clear. Husband knew the owners of the B&B and had wanted to visit for some time. We walked into the lobby which was a simple check in area and out comes Ricky, a tall lean BEAUTIFUL young man in his mid 20's. He was dark skinned native and latino mix. Striking facial features with a beautiful jawline, gorgeous big brown eyes and a prominent nose that all were framed my shoulder length thick dark brown hair. I am not one to chase after young men but this guy took my breath away. I noticed he nice bubble ass and he looked respectable in the front of his pants. I shook my head a couple of times and said to myself knock it off he's a kid. He was soft spoken and neither feminine or masculine but had this beautiful androgynous energy. FUCKING HOT. We went to our room which was a lovely open suite with a large king size bed with a nice head board. I immediately thought of being restrained there and my husband looked at me and said I think of everything. There was a gas fireplace and a large screen TV over the fireplace and a big sectional couch that faced the bed with a built in ottoman attached. We sat down and started to kiss and make out and I thank him for setting things up. He pulled out a big baggy of bright white shards of crystal and pulled out a pipe and said let's try this shit out. We planned to go downstairs and grab a light bite at the restaurant bar in the B&B. I took a big hit and immediately shot gunned it with my husband and damn was it good. Before I could say anything we were naked and making out. We hit the bong 3 or 4 times and it felt so good. We sucked each other for a while and he said off to the showers with you young man and get cleaned up and out. I got plans for that hot ass of yours later. So off I went to the shower with a couple of my favorite dildos to assist in the clean out process. I love to fuck myself to know I have achieved total cleanliness. We dressed and decided to head downstairs for a quick bite. We both had a glass of Prosecco to celebrate and there was Ricky serving us as bother host and server. I could see him now in full view and I couldn't take my eyes off of him. Tall lean and defined. Bubble butt and he looked full in his crotch. He was a little flirty without being overbearing. The place was empty for another couple sitting along the wall. A handsome bi-racial couple in their mid to late 30's. The black guy was about 6'2 and 200 pounds with a light beard and very handsome. His partner was the same height and leaner with red hair and a short beard. Nice lean and muscular body. I teased my husband as he had a fetish for red heads. I said wow that's our two favorite types together. Coincidence ??? I wasn't very hungry so we had some chicken wings and I think I ate two. We finished and paid up and went back upstairs. Ricky said please let him know if we needed anything and I just smiled and said good night. We got back to our room and immediately got naked and my husband said he is going to draw up a couple of rigs for us, why don't you relax and get the leather and toys out. I put on my harness and got the kinky stuff out that he knew I wanted. My collar and leash, wrist and ankle restraints and we used some rope to attach to the head board to make restraints. He knew I wanted to be tie-up and legs pulled back and work my hole real good. It had been a while. We put on some hot interracial group sex porn that was really hot. We did a few hits off the bong and make out. It was time for the first round and I laid back and attached the hooks to my ankles and brought my legs back exposing my hole which was propped up on a pillow. My husband handed me a tie and he took one for himself and said he wanted to watch me slam myself. So I tied off and took the rig and found a great vein in my arm, inserted the needle and got a great full register. I looked at my husband and said, "it's show time and pressed down on the plunger watching all the red and clear liquid flow into my arm. I removed the tie and pulled out the needle and FUCK I felt the meth move into my chest and I let out a huge cough. It had been so long and it was so fucking intense. The rush went through my body to my cock and then circled around my asshole with a huge wave of pleasure and heat. My husband lubed up my hole and started to finger me as I was flying. I was pulling on my nipples and cock and I want my ass plowed. He lubed up my favorite dildo, a 10 inch black panhandler with a handle at the end and started to slide it into my hot hole. I was on fire. It was sliding in with a little effort as my hole was tight. Once in he took my hand and placed it on the handle and said go for it hunny. I started to work that thick dildo into my hole with a slow and steady hand. fuck it felt good. Husband took a hit off the bong and shotgunned me and that made my head spin even more. He kissed me deeply and said you enjoy yourself here I have to use the bathroom real quickly. He took a double hook and hooked my wrists together so I could only reach my asshole and cock. I was alone on the bed spread out legs tied back and huge dildo in my hole watching some hot white hunk in a sling getting pounded by a hot hung black guy. I heard the door to the unit open up and I couldn't see as it was behind me but I heard Ricky say I have the extra towels you wanted. He couldn't see me from the door but caught a glimpse of the porn on the TV and walked into the main room and looked right at me and smiled and said nothing. He set the towels down on the dresser and come over to the bed and squatted down and in the sexiest voice I had ever heard he said now this is a hot surprise. He started rubbing my chest and tweaked my nipples. He said you are flying aren't you? and all could do was nod in agreement. I was a bit shocked. He saw the bong on the nightstand and took and picked it up. " May I" he asked. I nodded and he took a huge hit and came closer and shot gunned me. He started to make out with me and I moaned loudly. He was so hot. He broke away and said, I guess your approve and I barely eeked out oh hell yes. He took off his shirt revealing a beautiful dark, smooth and muscled chest with cut abs. Ricky reached down and unhooked my wrist restraints so I could reach up and touch his beautiful body. I shivered at the smooth satiny feel of his skin and my cock stirred even in its limp crystal dick state. Ricky reached down and started to kiss me deeply and he would come up for air and look at me and smile and said your husband was so right about how hot and nasty you look all tied up. I want to fuck you so badly right now. He stood up and unbuttoned his jeans and slowly pushed them down revealing a thick dark brown uncut cock semi hard that was at least 8 inches soft. I felt a rush of horniness run through me as his body and cock were so beautiful. He was now totally naked and he come onto the bed straddling my chest kneeling on either side of my chest offering me this beautiful cock at my lips. Open your mouth he commanded in a soft but commanding manner. He reached his large hand with long beautiful fingers under my head to support and guide my head onto his cock as he pushed it into my mouth. He let out a moan and said oh yes, suck my cock daddy. I was so fucking horny for his cock I opened my mouth and throat and took him almost half way down and he immediately responded by swelling in both girth and length. He would swell to well over 9 inches by the time he was fully erect. I t was then that my husband came out of the bathroom and joined us. He walked in and came over to Ricky and they locked lips and started to make out. Once they broke their embrace my husband said, was I right ? and Ricky said oh hell yes, He's fucking hot. I am about to fuck his hot ass. My husband said, let me get ready I want to be flying when you do it. He grabbed a rig and tied off and laid down next to me and I watched him find a vein, register and plunge the hot juice into his veins. He coughed and grabbed his cock and looked at Ricky and said Fuck him hard while I watch. Husband grabbed a big dildo and shoved it up his right cunt and watched as Ricky pulled out of my mouth and took the bong and took 3 really deep hits which he shot gunned with me. He got between my legs and pulled out the dildo which left me feeling so empty but not for long. He was shaking and very horned up. He lined up his cock and let the head push into my wet hole. He looked me straight iin the eyes with a much more stern look than I had scene before and said tell me what you want. I begged him for fuck me deep and hard and with that he push his fat long cock slowly into my hole all the way to the balls. Husband reach over with his mouth and started to kiss me and that turned Ricky on so much he started to pump his enormous cock in and out of my cunt moaning loudly. An animal energy took over and this sweet boyish looking man became more aggressive and verbal telling me he had my ass under his command and he was going to use me hard. My husband chimed in and said fuck me hard, he loves it and so do I. I was lost in ecstasy over the deep hard fucking by this young hot stud. He fucked me for over 10 minutes before I heard his breathing deepen and he said we was going to come. He increased his tempo and thrusting to hard deep pounding and I begged him to breed me. He let out a big moan and I could feel him dumping his hot cum into my fuck hole. He collapsed on top of me sweating and panting. My husband was still fucking his hole with intensity over the intense fucking of my hole. Ricky pulled out and I motioned for him to come forward and let me suck him clean. I love doing that as it makes me feel so piggy and I love the taste of a freshly erupted cock and my own ass juices. My husband said to Ricky once you have recovered I am next. I was that big beautiful cock in my hole too. Ricky asked if we had viagra and I said yes and better. We also have Trimix and his eyes got big and yes oh hell yes, I love that stuff. He knew how to administer the shot into his dick to resurrect it to even thicker and harder. He removed my ankle restraints so I could rest my back and I moved back on the bed and let me husband take my place on the bed so I was watch the ass fucking. I took out another thicker dildo and slid it into my freshly fucked hole and fucked it with Ricky's huge load in there. My husband was flying and begging Ricky to use him hard. Their energy got very hot and intense Ricky became much more dominant with him and even gave him a couple of firm smacks on his ass. It turned him into a very submissive little pig. Ricky pulled him up onto all fours with his ass facing me and grabbed his hair and shoved his cock into his mouth. and commanded him to suck his cock. He reached back and slapped his ass a few more times and my husband was moaning intensely. Ricky reached out and grabbed my leash and pulled me foward and said eat his ass and get it ready for me to fuck it. I did as I was told and I love eating my husband's ass. Ricky spun him around and took hold of his hips and without much prep shoved his cock deep into my husband's ass. He let out a loud yelled and Ricky shoved his head onto my cock and said suck it bitch. I was startled at the change in his demeanor but it was hot and my cock loved the attention. Ricky commenced a fucking that was hot , nasty and intense. He looked over at me with the same stern intensity and said I was to see that big dildo fucking that used cunt of yours. I replied Yes sir and he said, good boy and I fucking melted. The age difference and the power exchange was so extreme. As the fucking was well on its way I heard a noise coming from the room adjacent to us and I had not noticed that we were in a room that had a door that was shareable. Before I could register what was happening the shared door opened and standing there totally naked were the couple from downstairs. the black and white couple. HOT and sexy and hung. Both were sporting hot leather harnesses and the black guy was over 9 inches hard, the red head was 8 inches and thick like a beer can. My husband took a break from sucking and looked me straight in the eyes and said Happy Anniversary my love! My head began to spin from the surge of adrenaline. I went to move off the bed just As Ricky announced he was about to blast another load into my husband's ass, all I could think of was having those cocks in my mouth first and then ass. I knew the red head would be my husband's favorite and I'd have to share. The two guys from the adjacent room were Eric the read head and Brad the black stud. As I moved the dildo came out and I went to get up and slid completely off the bed and onto the floor with a thud. There was a collective inhalation that was audile. After a second of being stunned, total embarrassment set in at my ungraceful move. I started to laugh and it moved to near hysterical laughter and the mood in the room from raw sex to concern and then everyone broke into laughter once they realized I was ok. My husband rushed over to make sure I was ok and I had 4 hot and sexy men lifting me back onto the bed as I laughed my head off. The mood shifted to a light hearted mood and Brad and Eric began to rub and massage my body. It turned very sensual as fingers and mouths started contacting my body everywhere. Ricky broke the moment with a funny observation when he held up my dildo and said, " I think you are missing something"! Brad grabbed it and said oh I got this and applied some lube and gently and firmly inserted it into my asshole and I moaned and said Yes, fuck me. He pushed my legs apart and laid on top of me and had his knee between my legs and used his knee to keep the dildo into my hole. He looked and me and said hello handsome and planted his lips on mine and began an intense and passionate kiss with lots of tongue. Meanwhile, he knee was pushing the dildo into my hole and applying just enough pressure to force the dildo all the way in. My husband was near my head and leaned over and took Erics fat cock into his mouth and started sucking him almost right over my head. I could feel Brad's thick long cock rubbing against my belly and while the dildo fucking was hot I wanted real cock. I pushed up on Brad and broke the kiss and said I want you to fuck my ass. He smiled and said oh definitely but you must suck it first and he pulled on my leash and winked and me and said remember who is in charge here and I shivered and responded of YES SIR. He pulled me up and stood kneeling in front of me and guided his cock into my mouth. He was not forcing it into me which I appreciated as it was quite thick. Ricky was watching and stroking his cock in recovery mode and held up my ankle restraints and said, " these are a waste just laying here and Brad shifted his energy into dominate mode and pushed me back towards the middle of the bed and he and Ricky attached the restraints and Brad sat back and took in the view. Ricky offered his experience that my ass was HOT TO FUCK. My husband untangled from Eric and said wait we must enhance his experience and walk over to the nightstand and open the drawer and opened our bag of Tina and pulled out a nice medium size shard and came over and without any warning shoved it into my hole and held it there as the burn began. I let out a gasp and started to gyrate on his finger. He said yes, that' my slutty husband fuck that finger, to which I replied, I need cock in my cunt now. Brad come around and smacked my ass and said, beg me to fuck you whore. And I began to moan and babble as the shard was big enough to make me fly. He smacked my ass again and said tell me whore and he saw my dick respond with the smacking of my ass. He was now kneeling above me with his dick so close to my hole and I blurted out please fucking plow my hole. He spit on his cock and lined up the head and started to shove it in my hole and I was pushing my ass onto his cock and he would pull back teasing my hole. Eric came over and got behind my husband in a total body hug and my husband reached back and they started to make out. Ricky laid down next to me and played with my nipples. I looked over and Eric was pushing his fat cock into my husband's ass and fucking him. That position didn't last long as Eric pushed him onto his belly with his face next to mine and got on top of him to fuck him. I could watch Brads enormous cock begin to pound my hole and look over at my husband taking this huge white cock framed in red pubic hair driving into his hole. We started to make out which drove everyone wild. It didn't take long before Brad and Eric were breathing hard and signally they were ready to shoot their loads. I looked Brad in the eyes and said please breed me and he rammed his cock to the hilt and let out a loud yell and I could feel his cum bursting in my fucked hole. I looked over at my husband and Eric and Eric raised up his back and he yelled out here is cums baby. Everyone collapsed into a heap of sweat and cum. Ricky looked at me and said, my turn as Brad pulled out of my fresh fucked hole. He didn't give me any time to adjust but he knew I was still flying from the booty bump. He shoved his cock all the way in and held it and motioned for Brad to pass him the bong and lighter. He lit the bong and took a long hit and I think he intended to shot gun me when Brad intercepted and took the hit. they traded two deep hits back and forth and let it move into a hot kissing session. Brad was kneeling along side of me and flipped over me facing Ricky and lowered his cock into my mouth, still oozing cum from his eruption. I nursed on his cock and watched the hot make out session as Ricky increased his fucking tempo. Brad pulled his cock out of my mouth and moved his beautiful round smooth ass over my face and spread his cheeks and commanded that I eat his ass. FUCK YES, it's one of my favorite things to do and his ass was smooth and sweaty and sweet. I dove my tongue deep and strong into his man hole and I could have stayed there for a long time. He grabbed my ankles and resumed the deep kissing with Ricky as he plowed my ass deep and hard. Brad would let go of one of my ankles to apply a firm smack on my ass and that just spurred Ricky on even more. Brad would command Ricky to fuck this whore's ass hard, smack smack smack. That was all it took and Ricky exploded yet another load in me. He had been smoking enough that his cum acted as a small booty bump my hole became even more hungry. Ricky pulled his cock out and grabbed a butt plug and shoved it in to keep his load in me. To his extreme delight he discovered all my butt plugs are also remote vibrators. He got this grin on his face likke a kid in a toy store. Brad unhooked my ankle restraints and removed them as well. Ricky pulled me up by my collar and leash and said come on daddy come over to the couch and lay with me and let's watch you hubby get tag teamed. The thought and sound of it made my dick string to life. As I was getting up Brad stopped me before I left the bed and motioned to my collar and leash and said, "May I ?" in a action of removing it. I think it's time for your husband to get more dick, at least more of mine! Ricky set up the couch with towels and laid back and had me lay in between his legs and wrapped his warm smooth body around me. He had brought a few dildos for a bit later but was intrigued by the remote control for the butt plug in my hole. He started playing around with the settings and wham I felt the first jolt of vibration in my hole. There are few things as intense for me as my man cunt being vibrated. It's one of my favorite solo play toys. It just sends me into an intense play of pleasure and Ricky say it and it turned him on big time. He became verbal in a hot and sensuous way pressing his cock against my back and moving his hands all over my chest and playing with my semi limp cock. He would change the speed on the butt plug and I would arch my back and let my head drop onto his shoulders and close my eyes and just wallow in the intense pleasure in my man cunt. He kissed me a few times and said let's watch the show in front of us it's very hot. My husband decided he needed an extra boost and took out a rig he had already prepared. He was on his back with his legs spread and pulled back with ankle restraints. Brad had put on the collar and leash, not something I had seen him wear very often. Eric was on his knees next to him assisting with the slam. Hubby tied off and found a vein and I watched him go from horny to flying with the trademark cough and the intense desire to be fucked and used. Eric took hold of the leash and pulled up his head and placed a pillow behind it and then offered him his semi hard cock in his mouth to muffle his incoherent babbling. Meanwhile, Brad took his position between his legs pointing his rock hard big cock straight for my husband's asshole. So fucking hot. He pressed the head in and I heard a lot of moaning and husband pulled off Eric's hot and exclaimed, "please fuck me, please breed my fuck hole! I need it hard and deep!" with that Brad sunk the entire length of his cock into his already fucked hole. The verbal exchanged between Brad and husband was just hot and nasty. Every now and then Eric would shove his cock into husband's mouth and say shut up and suck me. I was stoking my cock watching my own real live porn show. Ricky said time to change out and he reached around and pulled out the butt plug and told me to insert any of the big dildos he brought over. I went back to my 10" man handler. Ricky would hold me and have me rock on the dildo and fuck myself while watching, offering sexy and nasty verbal commentary. The boys decided to change things up and unhooked the restraints and got my husband on all fours and began a spit roast of back and forth changing which one was fucking and getting sucked. I watched as Ricky held me from behind and rocking my body on my dildo, pushing my body weight onto the dildo and feeling it going all the way to the base. I could see Brads big black cock pounding away on my husband's hole in and out and stretching him out. Eric would swap places and his cock while not as long was thicker. My husband was delirious as the tag teaming of his ass was relentless with a touch of sensuality. Eric would grab his face and draw him into a kiss and that was so fucking hot. I know my husband was in heaven looking that hot red head in the eyes and face. As all this was cumming ( yeah I went there) to a head I hear the door to our room open and in walks a fucking adonis. This brown GORGOUS 6'4 200 pound hunk was wearing a black leather jacket, black jeans and a dark green sweat shirt. He was a lot of legs that were thick at the thighs with a bubble butt that reminded me of my favorite saying, " as long as I have a face, you have a place to sit!". It was Ricky's husband Carlos! he was mixed black and latino. I almost had a heart attack from the surprise and shock of how handsome he was. He walked in with this half smirk of a grin and came over to Ricky and planted a big deer kiss on him right above my head. He broke his kiss and looked down at me as said, " Hello, I am Carlos!" I couldn't speak right away and responded, Frank here! He took off his jacket and his sweat shirt was a lightweight hoodie that outlined his buff and hunky thick body. He motioned to the bong and said, "May I?". Of course make yourself at home. He lip the bong and melted the Tina and began a slow long hit and expelled a Tina cloud that momentary blocked my view. As this was happening I could hear Brad start to yell that he was getting close and about to breed my husband's hole. I peaked around to watch and Brad let out a deep howl as he pounded in his load. Eric was right behind him literally as he pulled out Eric went in for the win. Moments later he let out a deep guttural sound and planted his seed into my husband's well fucked bussy! Carlos grinned with delight and said looks like I got here just in time. He took off his shirt revealing and stunning smooth chest with a nice abs and big arms. Clearly he spent a lot of time in the gym. A bit intimidating to say that least. He came over to the couch and sat next to me and looked at the dildo in my hole and smiled and said that if fucking hot and nasty. He took the end of the dildo and started to work the dildo into my hole. Ricky pulled my hands and arms back and pinned them to my side. I dropped my head back and started to buck my hips to me his thrusts. Carlos asked Ricky if he had fucked me and he said oh hell yes and it's a fine hole to fuck. Carlos expressed eagerness to join the party and partying. He got up kicked off his shoes pulled off his white socks and dropped his jeans revealing a massive thigh brown uncut cock. Over 9 inches soft and 6 inches round SOFT. He shook it a little and it was starting to grow. He looked at me and said it's over 10 inches fully erect, I hope you can take it. Ricky said, don't worry he will and pulled my legs apart exposing my hole with a big dildo shoved to the hilt. Carlos looked over at the night stand and noticed a couple of rigs already prepared and asked Ricky if he minded if he slammed as it had been a really long time. Ricky said, not a problem at all, we should get his hunky daddy all fucked up so you can split his nasty cunt in two. The dirty talk was making my cock stir and Carlos said, that won't last long as he played with my Tina dick. The activity on the bed had subsided and my husband, Eric and Brad were all leaning against the headboard cuddled together like they were about to watch a movie. I snickered at them and said ya'll are just missing the popcorn. To which my husband responded with removing the collar and leash and handing it to Carlos and said, " this belongs to him oh and don't forget these, to which he took off the ankle restraints. Carlos picked them up with a sinister laugh and said oh this is so sweet. It's been a while since I used a pussy boy all tied up. And this was is a hot daddy pussy boys and his dick got hard and it was almost scary in it's girth and length. Carlos came over and attached my collar and pulled me in for a hot deep kiss which was so fucking hot he had beautiful thick lips and his tongue was full and luscious. He stopped kissing me and offered me his cock which was almost too thick to suck. I mostly got the head in and maybe two or three inches, I have taken big cock before but I was getting worried that this was too big. But I was going to pass up the chance to take it all. Carlos and Ricky used some leftover rope I had in my bag to secure my ankles back and around my back. Ricky came back and acted as my brace as I leaned against him. They scooped me down so my ass was more exposed. Ricky helped tie off my arm and I watched as Carlos tied off his arm, which looked so hot as his had big arms with rope veins which are a HUGE turn on for me. He said wait before you insert I want to have my cock head in your hole. He lubed up really well and started to push in his fat cock and it was thick and with some effort it popped into my hole and it felt like I was being stretched. He used plenty of lube and that made it slip a little I tried rocking on it a bit and it felt fucking amazing. He looked down and me and said, " OK handsome it's show time!" We both found fat veins and inserted and the needles and drew back a good flash. On the count of three we slam he said. One, Two, Three and we both pushed the contents of the syringe into our arms. I pulled out took off the tie and felt this intensity stronger than before. I coughed and Carlos said, Oh my FUCKING GOD as he coughed and grabbed his nipples and looked and me and I said, OH FUCK ME PLEASE SIR. And without a word his face became serious and he pushed his cock all the way in slowly but firmly and It felt fucking insane. Ricky leaned in and said, you are about to have your man pussy abused and I was lost in flight for a few minutes. All I could say was fuck fuck fuck. It went past my prostate and hit places I didn't even know I had. Ricky hit the bong and sucked down a big hit and came up to my mouth and forced it into my lungs and then held his hand over my mouth and pinched my nose so I couldn't release it right away. When he released it Carlos let loose and started to fuck the shit out of me. I was lost in the feeling of getting pounded like a virgin. His cock went past the second ring of my cunt and I never felt this intensity before. He fucked me like that for a good 10 minutes and had to catch his breath. everyone from the bed got up and walked over and started caressing Carlos and my husband said, "let's move him to the bed"! Carlos pulled out and grabbed a dildo and shoved it into my hole and with that all 5 guys came around me and lifted me off the couch and onto the bed. My ankle restraints were reattached and they all laid around me on all sides and Carlos came into the middle of the bed, lifted my legs and said. " ready for the fuck of your lift and I said, PLEASE pound and breed my pussy. He pulled out the dildo and this time he just shoved his cock all the way in and I felt it spams with good pain and pleasure. He then commenced for plow me with the intensity of a wild bull. I lost all sense of time as I was so immersed in the sensation of his cock battering my hole. The next thing I remember was Carlos babbling about cumming and me pleading with him for his load. He exploded inside of me with such force I could feel every pulse of his cum and his load was so big it was leaking out of my hole. He collapsed on top of me and we both were drenched with cum and sweat. I had cum without touching myself, something I hadn't done in years! My legs were released from the restraints and there we all laid together a group of sexy naked and spent men. We all feel asleep intertwined with each other for a few hours. We woke up to the sound of rain and wind. Ricky had gotten up and went downstairs and brought up coffee, juice and fresh fruit and some muffins. We all sat around and tried to hydrate bask in the adventures of the night. Everyone showered and it was time for some rest. Eric and Brad had over stayed their hours and said it was a pleasure doing pleasure with us. They were a couple who were also escorts and they said this adventure was one for the record books. We kissed and hugged and we thanked them for being so hot and gracious. Ricky and Carlos waited and then took their leave with the same level of affection and fun the others had expressed. When everyone was gone we got into bed and curled up with each other and fell asleep know we had given each other a hot fantasy that we would remember forever. There is another part but I am exhausted and let me know if you want more@. xoxoxox

My Playroom—March, 2024 Out of the blue, Jamie sent me a text. He was unexpectedly free; did I have time to play? I did. You’ve read about him here only occasionally as he lives some distance away and works a hard schedule. He is also a reader of the blog. He is the man who called me ‘the Hemingway of Porn,’ a title to which I strive to be worthy. He spent some time in the shower to freshen up after his long drive. While he was doing that, I put on some fisting porn in the playroom and checked the coconut oil, which was melting in a bath of hot water in the kitchen sink. Soon enough we were downstairs… I stand in front of the fuck bench. I suggest he kneel in front of me and get my cock fully hard. He pauses half a second, then goes to his knees before me. He inhales the fragrance of sex and sweat from the jock. He digs out my dick. His mouth opens and he takes me in. His head is enthusiastic, if not highly skilled. Soon enough, I suggest we go to the sling. I eat his damp hole. It flowers open easily. Faster than I expect, I am able to stand up and fuck. I do my usual slow and long stroke to get his ass prepped. I pull out. “Let me taste myself.” I move up to his head. He licks my cock, grunting his approval of how his ass juices taste on my dick. I go back to his ass. I fuck him again, telling him his saliva is lubing him up. Once again, I go to my knees, but I don’t rim him, I grab the black butt plug and grease it up with the coconut oil. It glides easily into his hole, his ass lips snapping down around the narrow base. I beat the heel of my hand on the toy. Jamie loves the vibrations the toy gives off. I go back to my cock. Another cleaning. This time when I return, I add the egg headed dildo. And my cock. First above the toy. And then below. Jamie groans, feeling full. I come out. The toy is worked out. Jamie asks to lick it. He happily tastes himself as I grease up my left hand. I start with two fingers and quickly progress to three. Now four. The thumb curls into place on my palm and in I go. Jamie groans and tells me to touch his second hole. My middle finger toys with it, just getting through it. I go back to my dick. But this time it is incased in the ass grommet. I am twice my girth with it on. Jamie takes it, groaning out his pleasure. “So…full…” he murmurs. I fuck him with this on my cock for a long time. When I pull out, I go back to my hand in his ass—but this time, I grease up both so I can work in the left and slide the right in while the left is leaving his hole. Over and over. Now, I go deep without any prompting. Jamie’s eyes glaze over as I move my finger around the rim of his second hole, occasionally pushing it through. The Ballistic Butt Bomb is greased up. I love the coolness of the metal. So does Jamie. It makes him pant. I work it deep, pull it almost all the way out, and work it in again. “Let me taste it.” I hold it up for him, the long handle letting me hold on to it as he licks the stainless steel. When he’s done, it goes up his ass once more. * We take a break to get the blood flowing back into his legs, as they have been in the stirrups for some time now. When we are back, I break out the curved dildo with ridges. He takes the first five inches as if it were a breadstick. But his eyes get wide and he groans at the ever-increasing girth at the base. But he takes it all. Every inch. I pull it out slowly, and change the direction of the curve. Now it is curving down. He takes it. I flip it once more, letting the entire length stay in his hole longer…giving him that major stretch. It's back to my hands. One after the other. And the big toy with the handle. And another round of hands, culminating in stroking his prostate with the big curved dildo. His hole is tiring. He asks for the Ballistic Butt Bomb again. I am happy to comply. “I would love your load,” he moans, as I work the stainless steel in and out of his hole. I suddenly stand up. I insert the Butt Bomb—and then my cock along the thin shaft. This is new. I’ve never tried it—but I like it. I fuck along the slender shaft, my fat cock head plowing into the massive stainless head of the toy. And it works. Suddenly I am shooting my load all over the head of the Butt Bomb. I can feel it dripping off it, back onto my dick and then into his ass. It’s a great mind fuck. When I can move again, I pull myself out. And then work out the Butt Bomb. I give it to his greedy mouth to lick clean… * “You know,” he says as I help him out of the sling. “I have never had a man’s cock in my mouth until today. Or tasted my ass on it. I did it for you.” “Did you like?” Jamie just nods and laughs… The original post is here (with pics): From My Side of the Sling: Jamie Gets Stretched and Filled April 14, 2025

My Playroom—February, 2024 Tuesday, the day after our meet, Muscle Ass and I sent each other a lot of texts. He wanted to come back that night, as he was in Michigan for such a short time. I told him I had a rule about not playing with men more than once every two weeks. (It really is more like once a month, unless I bump into you at the bookstore.) We kept chatting. And we both got hornier. Finally, I gave in. I told him I knew I would be too tired after my evening of work to play that night, but I would consider playing late night on Wednesday. He jumped at it. I left work on the dot at 9:28pm and was home by the 9:30pm time on which we had agreed. I sent a text. He was on the main street, admiring the quaintness of my town, but in moments he was hanging his coat in my closet and making himself a drink. We chatted a little as I made tea. He went down to strip off and I ditched my clothes upstairs. I put on the jock that now smelt of his ass juices mixed with our cum… I stand by the base of the sling. He inhales deeply, reveling in the aromas of our play on Monday. I am hard. He is really good at taking me deep into his throat with no annoying teeth on me. He does it again, pulling off me, leaving me coated in his deep throat spit. I move aside and he hops in the sling. I wipe my cock down the crack of his ass, pushing some of the spittle into him. I kneel and drill into him, getting him good and wet. “I want to work on stretch tonight,” Muscle Ass tells me. I know he ultimately wants my hand. I find him tight and am silently skeptical. I pull his cheeks apart and spit one last time. I stand up. I find his hole, but his hand gesture helps me find the better angle. I slide in. He sighs and signals for me to wait as he inhales on his poppers. The moment the cap is on, he is ready. I can feel the relaxation of his ass—and I start to fuck. Slow and deep. He groans. I speed up. I am fucking hard now. I pull out abruptly and bring my wet cock to his mouth. He cranes over the side of the sling to clean me thoroughly. I go back to his ass and fuck him again. Once more he cleans me. The next time, I fuck him with just his spit left on my dick. When I pull out, I grab the smallest butt plug I own. He groans at the widest part that is not as thick as my dick. But it goes in. He sighs when it snaps into place. I let him clean my cock again while the toy keeps him stretched open. I go back. The toy comes out. I eat his coconut oil lubed hole again. I fuck him. I grab the egg headed dildo. I smear it with the oil. He loves the pressure of the toy, but holds up a hand to stop me before he gets to the full girth of the head. (and he wants my hand?) I replace the toy with my dick. One more round of ATM, before I suggest the bench. We move to the other station. The bench is back in its usual raised position to support his chest. He gets on it. His ass is spread naturally. I kneel and eat him out. Muscle Ass groans, watching it all in the mirror to the side. “It’s so hot to see it and feel it.” This makes me work even harder, getting my tongue into him as deeply as possible. I stand up and fuck. Muscle Ass groans. I pick up the speed. My hips are really slapping against his upturned ass. The sound of it fills the tiny room, making us even hornier, if possible. I pull out for more ATM. Now the mirror in front of the bench is doing it for him. He can see himself take my wet cock into his eager mouth. He cleans me, moaning about the taste of his hole. I go back for another fuck. Another cleaning. “I want to lick your ass.” I get in the sling. MA starts at the top of my hard dick, licking up the leaking precum. His tongue goes down the shaft. He does a tremendous cleaning of my balls, and only then continues the descent to reach my ass. I groan…and lose track of time. He fucks me with his tongue. He licks in and around my pucker. He remembers to come and kiss me so I can taste my hole on his tongue. This makes both of us want more. He goes back to his knees and begins it all again. A loud cum shot from the porn on the television brings me back to the real world. I tell him we should switch. He gets in the sling and I grab the speculum, where I should have started with the stretch play. He takes the cool metal easily now. I start to crank. Pausing once it’s wide enough to add my finger so I can play with his prostate. He groans. “Wider!” I do it. I keep cranking. Two fingers go in to fill him up. He moans. I keep cranking. I take a picture, at his request, for his Asspig profile. PIC Then I surprise him by sticking my dick inside, with the speculum in place. I fuck him, nice and slow. The metal is no longer cool. It is the temperature of his hot ass. I take a picture of me in him, too. PIC I reluctantly pull out and crank the speculum shut. I fuck him again. He is actually easier to get into. I grab the ball toy. Once again. he takes the first two, but stops me as I try for the third. The porn concludes. This means it is midnight. And I am feeling it. I go back to fucking, trying to give him a load. But I know I am trying too hard. I let him rim me a little more. Maybe I can jerk myself up to a load while he licks…but I am just too tired, between work and the late night on Monday with him. We both agree, an orgasm is not the marker of whether we had a good time or not. I lick his hole a bit more…and we call it a night… The original is here, with pictures of us: From My Side of the Sling: I Break My Rule with Muscle Ass March 22, 2024

My Playroom—February, 2024 I was so drained (in so many ways!) after the piss party, that I took some days off from looking for sex. But I was ready to go again by the end of that following week; a good thing as GaryM was making another trip to the playroom. Friday morning, he sent a text saying he was on the road. There was so little traffic and road construction, he was at my doorstep before the appointed hour. He went down to the playroom to strip off while I did the same up in my bedroom. I added my usual boots and leather wrist cuff and shrugged into my Bulldog harness. Then I covered my slightly engorged dick with the jock that reeked of the piss party. I tromped down the stairs… GaryM is waiting, looking at the piss porn on the television. He has a jock and harness on himself. And socks. The cement floor is very cool, even with a warmer than usual February. I pick up the mat used for the rimseat and toss it on the floor. I sit on the bed and spread my legs. GaryM kneels on the mat. He stares for a long moment at the mounded pouch of my jock. Slowly, he brings his face to it, sniffing. It’s a heady aroma of dried piss, sweat, ass jizz and cum trapped in the fabric. He groans in the back of his throat and begins to lick it, bringing the juices back to life. He tongues it, chews it, and sucks at it. Finally, I twist the now wet fabric off my hardening dick. GaryM begins licking every inch of my throbbing, growing flesh. He licks my balls. And under them. The entire shaft. The drooling piss slit. Only then does he start to actually suck my cock. He begins to squirm as my cock goes deeper into his throat. He twists on the mat, partly from excitement and partly to find the right angle to take more of me. Finally, he pulls off me, panting. I suggest the sling. In our correspondence, he has told me he is not as good on his knees on the bench for taking cock. I help him in, snapping the stirrups into place. I kneel and my tongue connects with his twisted pucker. I drill into him. For a man who takes some large toys, he has remained incredibly tight. My tongue slowly begins to make him loosen up. I slather coconut oil on my dick and stroke as my tongue pushes and prods. I stand up. My cock head slips into him. I hold in place. “Give it to me,” he groans. I push the rest of it into him. My balls grind into the wet flesh I had just been tonguing. I hold again—and then begin a slow in and out. I finish the first fuck at a hard driving tempo. GaryM can’t look away from the mirror above him, well, that is until I pull out and bring my dick around for him to lick again. He licks up the mix of cock jizz and ass juice with relish. I go back to his hole and go to my knees to taste him again after the first fuck. I eat him out for a long time before I grab the black butt plug. I grease it up. GaryM groans as it goes into place. “Just what I wanted,” he moans, “stretch me wider.” I beat on the base of the plug with my fist. GaryM moans as it vibrates deep inside him. I work it out and fuck him once more. Harder. Deeper. This time I stay right there to taste what my cock has done to his hole—how it has made it so much looser, and the ass lips puffier. I grab the dildo he gave me, a big curved rather realistic looking cock. Realistic until you get to the bumps on the flared head. And the ridges on the shaft. I lube it up. He takes it, panting and telling me to fuck him with it harder. I do. I pull it out. I think about following it up with my dick, but remember he has brought some toys that are on the bed. One is a very long, very slender wand in copper colored silicon. I grease it up. It slips easily into his now gaping ass. “Are you going to double…” He doesn’t finish the sentence as my rampant cock is already joining the toy. It makes for a nice stretch and a great double fuck. I try it out both above and under my cock. I love how softly it caresses the underside of my cock. As I finally pull out of him, I murmur, “You need to lick my ass.” We exchange places. I get in the sling and let him go to work on tonguing my tight butt. I keep trying to shoot some piss while he’s down there, but it’s not happening. I relax and just let him go to town on my underused hole. We take a break. The padded bench is sitting to the side in pieces. GaryM and I now take the sling out of the frame and hang the bench, as a padded fuck table. PIC I help get him up and on it. He likes the difference in feel, a different kind of support. I rim him briefly and fuck him hard. I grab another of the toys he brought—a big black toy shaped vaguely like big horse cock. GaryM is ready for it now. It goes into him deeply and easily. I love the look of something so large inside him. “I want to try your chains.” We decide to start small, with the medium sized links. I grease them up. He helps hold the end as I work each link individually in between his swollen ass lips. “So heavy…” he murmurs. I put all but the last five links into him. I tell him he has over a foot of chain in him. He groans. At both the mind fuck—and the actual fuck. “Now come the fun part.” I pull as slowly as I possibly can. Link by link it emerges. GaryM huffs and puffs with each link. Finally, they are all back in the palm of my greasy hand. “Again?” He groans out a “yes…’ * I decide I want to feel the fuck table myself. I get up into it for another brief rimming. I do like the support of the table—but I miss the leather of the sling wrapping itself around me. I don’t let him do me for too long this time here—I’d rather get out the rimseat. As I set it up next to the bed, GaryM grabs the eggheaded dildo I usually use to DP guys. He greases it up and slips it inside himself before he gets under the seat. He eats my ass with abandon. Sometimes I stay upright and let him go deep—other times I bend slightly forward and work the toy in and out of his hole as he continues to eat me out. * We’ve been playing for over two hours. Almost three. I need to get off. We fuck, with GaryM on the padded table still hanging in the sling frame. I am at the point I feel my orgasm building, and then it slips away. I rim him again. I stand up and slide in. In just three or four thrusts I shoot. But it’s just jizz being ejected from my cock after all the play, not the overwhelming feeling I crave. I go back to my knees. I can taste my jizz oozing out of him—and that does it. I stand up just in time to slide back in and shoot some more—this time with every nerve ending screaming. I pant. But I stay in place, holding onto the sling frame. GaryM is working on his dick. He wants to shoot with me inside him—and that is fine. I don’t trust my legs enough to pull out. And suddenly the piss I wanted earlier begins to flow. I can’t stop it. I am emptying my entire bladder in his ass. And he loves it. He jerks faster and faster as his guts get filled. GaryM begins shooting, right as my dick goes from pissing to dribbling deep inside him… * As I have in the past, a few days later I asked if he wanted to write up this session, too. He sent it to me almost immediately. I can truthfully say I haven’t read it. It will be posted next time and we’ll see if we remember things the same way…but from his perspective. The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: GaryM's Three Hour Play Session March 2, 2024 Gary's write up, I will not post it on this site. is here: From My Side of the Sling: Guest Writer: FP Knows What GaryM Needs March 4, 2024

My Playroom—February, 2024 Evan wanted to re-connect. We had not seen each other since IML this last May. Usually, he drives in from his home in the burbs of Chicago. We have a good stretching session before dinner which is baking in the oven as we play. He spends the night in the playroom and heads out, his ass reminding him all the way home, just how much abuse it took. He loves my dick and fist—but he really is about the toys. He loves how they stretch his ass differently than my body can. He brought a couple with him. I had sent him a picture of the three toys GaryM had given me. He couldn’t wait to get them inside him. He arrived and decompressed from the drive with a vodka and cranberry juice as I sipped my tea. He soon went to the shower to touch up and I set out the lube and a water pitcher in the playroom. I switched on the porn as he I heard him on the stairs… “Open me up with that big dick…” Evan holds it in his hand, looking at how wet he has left it. His spit glistens on the head and shaft. He scrambles onto the fuck bench, his bottle of poppers tight in his fist. I kneel behind him and rim his moist hole. I spend longer there than usual, for I know that soon there is going to be so much lube, I will no longer be able to taste him. Finally, I stand and insert. Evan gasps. But he takes me easily. “Full…” he mumbles as he unscrews the lid. I fuck him hard. I walk around and he eagerly tastes his ass juices on my cock. I go back and fuck him again. Once he cleans me once more, I go to the toy shelf. The larger black butt plug is greased up and fairly easily inserted. The last, widest inch makes Evan work for it. It pops in. I beat on the base, making it shake in his ass. He is watching me in the mirror on the side wall, panting and loving it. I take it out and slip it in again. And once more. My cock goes back in. A harder fuck. A good cleaning. Now it’s the egg headed dildo. I fit my cock in with the slender shaft. I fuck him first with the toy below my dick. Then above. They feel is remarkably different for both of us. I prefer the toy below, so I have hot flesh above me and the ribbed shaft under. He likes the stretch the other way. So, I keep pulling out and switching… “Use my plug, the copper colored one.” It’s on the bed. I grab it and lube it up. It doesn’t have much taper to help with the entry, but Evan is ready for it. It slides home, meeting just enough resistance at first to make him groan in pleasure. In moments, his ass snaps down on the thin shaft of it. I fuck him once more before we change over to the sling. A quick fuck. Already his hole is ready for thicker toys. I grab the ass grommet, grease the inside and slip it onto my cock. My angry pink cock head sticks out of the end of it, my shaft now twice as thick. I grease up the outside of the toy now. I line it up. Evan takes a deep breath and pushes out. I slide in. It’s an odd feeling—just my cock head exposed to his hot, wet hole and my shaft protected by the fat doughnut sleeve. I begin to fuck. The toy stays in place inside him—and I fuck the ribbed insides of the toy—and my head being rewarded with his hot flesh. It’s a big stretch for him, but he is more than ready for it. I move on to a toy of his. It is a curved toy. Vaguely cock-like with a pronounced bulge at the bottom. He takes the curve. I work at the bulge. Of course, he takes it. “It feels so much better when you do it, than when I stick it in myself.” I fuck him with it, making his ass lips huge and pronounced as they accept that final bulge. Now, I work my hand in him. Again, and again. Then the Ballistic Butt Bomb, the stainless-steel egg on a stick. He loves how cool it feels on his hole. He takes it like a champ after everything that’s come before it. He loves how the heavy mass of it makes his ass feel. I go back to my hand. “Do you want the chain?” It’s rhetorical, I know the answer. I work the mid-sized one up him, link by link. I have him hold it and snap a pic for him. PIC We try the pink toy that vaguely resembles a fire hydrant. The head, of course, slips right in. I work the layer of ball-like nubs in, too. But it can’t go farther. I grab the curved, bumpy dick shaped toy GaryM gave me. Evan is in heaven. You can truly fuck him with this monster. And he takes every inch of it. I now do my largest butt plug, a toy given to me by my brother when he stopped fisting his men. The head glides in. Not everyone can take the girth of the next section. But Evan does. Without even the help of poppers. His ass is now open and ready for anything. I fist again. I leave my left inside him and slide my cock down my wrist until it is buried in him, too. I fuck. I feel my cock glide between my fingers deep inside him. The large black toy, that has several humps, is up next. He takes first two easily. He bottoms out when his ass is halfway onto the third. This is deeper than most men. And I tell him so. “Give me that last new one,” he begs. He means a black toy from GaryM. It is shaped sort of like an open hand. There is a space where the ‘thumb’ is over the curved ‘palm’. It is made of a very hard plastic. Evan takes it like a trooper. I pull the toy out slightly from his hole. I can just fit my cockhead into the opening left by the ‘thumb’. I can’t go deep, but Evan loves the look of it as he gazes up into the mirror above the sling. His hole is tiring. We go back to a number of the toys we’ve used previously. Anything else I have on the shelf is way too small for where his hole is now. Finally, he calls it a night. I wipe him down, getting the mixture of coconut oil and Crisco off of him. I spend some quality time with my mouth on his now very pronounced ass lips. I lick and suck them, loving how they fill my mouth. But it is late. We both need food…and it’s ready for us upstairs… The original, with some pics of the toys and a chain in his ass, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Evan Goes Through the Toy Shelf February 23, 2024

I am one satisfied sub. Last night I got to live out one of my hottest fantasies with a regular who has been craving my cunt again for months. A total anon sensory deprivation fuck and fist. This is a top who has fucked me countless times over the years but I've always been blindfolded or hooded and ass up on the bed so I have no idea of his age, ethnicity, or what he looks like, but he has a big dick (like 8" by the feel of it). As some background I've been training for Locktober so I've had my dick locked for nearly a week now, with a routine of poppers and hypno training, and heavy toy play and anal stretching every night, then sleeping in chastity, then stretching my cunt again in the morning, making sure I can take my widest toy before I start my day, keeping a plug in my hole for a few hours afterwards to stop it closing. Yesterday this guy said he really needed to unload after 5 days without cumming, so I told him my hole was his if he needed it even though it was super loose and sore from all the training. My condition was that he help me with a fantasy of mine, I wanted to be totally at his mercy and sensory deprived. So he would let himself in and I'd be ass up on the bed waiting, ballgag in my mouth, earbuds in blasting hypno slavetraining, blindfold over eyes, hood over face. At the side there would be a vat of fisting lube, toys of ascending size from human size dildos to huge cunt wreckers, poppers, and the key to my chastity cage. I had my strongest poppers in my hand and he was instructed to tap me on the shoulder when he wanted me to start hitting and tap me again when I was allowed to stop. This session was incredible and I'm still recovering. My hole feels so wrecked, sore, and satisfied. It went exactly how I wanted it to with my first indication that he was there in the room being his hands around my waist, then his tongue in my hole, searching for the load that some nearby twink had shot up there a bit earlier. Then it was just a free for all with me having to guess from the feeling what was being done to my hole. Sometimes it was just his big cock, then some exploratory fingers, then a big buttplug, then his cock alongside the buttplug (such a stretch!). I think he came at this point as I felt some additional warmth in my guts with any moans from him drowned out by the voices in my earbuds reminding me what an obedient and worthless f*ggot I was. Then the fisting started with me feeling the cold lube against my hole and the fingers working their way into me. He was really coy at first, hanging around on the fourth finger like it was gonna be too much so I starting backing up on his hand, indicating that I was okay with more. Then almost too easily his whole fist slid into me, I could feel it inside me and took so much pride in the fact it felt so good and wasn't a struggle, from then he just went to town, punching his fist into me and speeding up or slowing down depending on my muffled moans behind the ballgag, the sensation was so good. Then his hand pulled out and I kinda panicked that it was over, until I felt fingers from both hands reaching into me, pulling my hole open and him trying to get doubles. He didn't but it was so fucking close, I was totally huffed up on poppers by this point but it felt as though he had one fist and all but the knuckle of the other hand in. We must have stayed like this for a while as the stretch and feeling was incredible. After this he got back to some toys but I couldn't tell you which ones, I think he tried to jerk off a smallish dildo inside of me which was kinda hot. Then he moved onto depth training, his fist was back in me but I could feel it feeling around, searching for my second ring, getting its fingers in there and pushing through, it felt so good as he must have been elbow deep. This felt kinda weird though, like hot but awkward with no real sparks of pleasure, until he started pulling out slowly, his seemingly hairy arm brushing against my prostate and sending me into overdrive. I could feel the precum leaking out of my locked nub and making my jockstrap wet. He kept doing this depth training for a while and it was so good and so satisfying. After that he wanted a big finish though, so I felt him fumbling with my groin after pulling his fist out, checking my chastity cage and then unlocking it (which is a weird sensation when you can't see). He then proceeded to sit me upright on my knees slide his fist back into my now very stretched and accommodating ass, and then jerk me off as he was punching me. I honestly tried to resist as the pleasure was too intense but there was nothing I could do, I was shifting around trying to get free of his hands and he kept pounding my pussy and jerking my cock until I could feel the orgasm coming. I have no idea how much I must have shot but (and I don't know if he intended this to be cruel or just doesn't know enough) as soon as the orgasm was there and I could feel myself cumming, he let go and stopped, so it kinda felt like a ruined orgasm. He kept his fist in me for a while longer and then slowly pulled out and it was so painful because of how much my cunt had tightened round his wrist during orgasm. After that there was a quiet moment and the feeling of movement, then I felt three taps on my shoulder meaning he was done and leaving. I waited another minute or two and then took off my gear and collapsed in a very satisfied heap on the bed, the sheets were kinda soaked with a mix of lube and cum as it must have leaked out while getting fisted. It was so fucking incredible and all I want is to have that again. Maybe with more than one guy this time.

My Playroom—January, 2024 GaryM was coming back to the playroom for another session of wet fun. I was looking forward to seeing him again. I spent the evening before thinking about what new things we might try—or how to make things we’d done slightly different. I went to bed, still musing over what we might do. And it went on all night. I would sleep for an hour and suddenly wake up—not even remembering what it was that woke me up. After this happened three times, at ever shorter intervals, I picked up a book and tried to read myself to sleep. It worked, eventually—nodding off at just about the usual time I get out of bed. I woke up about two hours later and started my day, feeling really tired. It was still a couple of hours before GaryM was due to arrive. I began hydrating, knowing I was starting way too late… He looks good. I have placed the mat that I usually use with the rimseat on the unpadded part of the playroom floor. There he kneels, looking at my mound of cock flesh, hidden in a jock that is just beginning to show signs of heavy use. I step in. I let him inhale the scent. Me and the jock. I grind the pouch into his face. He begins to pant. My cock is waking up with his hot breath and busy tongue. I let him get the fabric wet. With a twist of my fingers, I release my semi-hard cock. GaryM is all over it. He licks the sides, the head, my balls, all before he takes it into his mouth to start sucking it. It feels great. I let him go at his own speed for a bit—then grab the sides of his head and start to fuck his face. GaryM grunts with each thrust. His cock responds, too. I stop and stand still, once again giving control over to him. He goes for the full length of me down his throat. It gets so tight, so deep. It feels great and pinches at the same time. I gasp. He comes up for air—and licks my balls thoroughly. I sigh out loud. After a few minutes, I turn and pull his face into my ass. For the first of many times, his tongue connects with my pucker. His groans match my own. “Get up on the bench. I need to do that to you.” He does. I kneel and dig in. My tongue pressures his ass to slowly let me in. He groans and I hear his poppers open. I spend a long time there, getting his ass ready for my dick. Finally, I stand up, lubed and ready. I press against his hole. GaryM pushes it out, almost daring me to get inside him. I have to work at it, but I do, with his hole flowering open to welcome me. I fuck him. Slow and long. Then fast and hard. I pull out and move to his mouth. GaryM cleans my cock with relish. He slurps all his ass juices off me. Noisily. I go back and fuck him again. Harder. One foot up on the bench so I can go deeper. I repeat the journey with my wet cock to his hungry mouth. He cleans me up. On the way back to his ass, I grab the egg headed toy. I grease it up with the coconut oil GaryM brought. It slides into him quite easily now. My dick soon follows, being stroked by the thin ribbed shaft of the toy. This time I am on top of the toy. I fuck and then reverse it, so my cock is under it. GaryM is feeling very full—and tells me so. We break. I lower the middle part of the bench so it is flat. Last time he was here, I had his ankles connected to the spreader bar and fucked him that way on the flat bench. But it was too low for sustained fucking with my long legs. This time I put the rimseat mat on it, folded in two. It raises the height of the bench nicely. I strap GrayM into the ankle restraints and clip on the spreader bar. He rolls back, his head cradled by the head rest on the bench. I pull the bar up and his legs come up. He grabs the bar and brings it to his chest. His ass is perfectly aligned with my cock now. We fuck hard, both of us grunting. I give him my cock to clean. We fuck again, some ATM and then I turn, my legs straddling the head rest and sit on his face. He’s surprised and groans out his delight at having my ass grind onto his mouth. “Let’s do it right in the sling.” I unbuckle him and ease myself up into the sling. My legs stay on the chains, not in the stirrups. GaryM kneels and begins licking my balls. It is a long, luxurious process for him to get to my ass. I stroke my dick, my eyes often closed, but at times catching my reflection in the mirror above me. His tongue reaches my pucker. I hit the poppers I save for this moment. We lose track of time. He is doing what I think he loves best—and I am getting a treat I don’t get from many men. I have no idea how long I am there or how many hits I take—babbling out my pleasure as the fumes take hold. I try to piss for him. I want to cover my cock and balls and let it run down my crack for him. But I am not as hydrated as I thought I was. And, frankly, I could barely stop jerking my cock as he tongued me… * We have switched places in the sling. GaryM has brought three toys with him. They are dildoes that are shaped like a cock, but in three successive sizes. After I have fucked him my own dick, I start using the slender one on him. Our thought was to fit my cock in with this one. I add fingers, but I don’t think my cock will fit. The toy is not that slender. I pull the toy out and push my cock in, instead. I fuck. I walk around the sling to bring my dick to his mouth. He cleans me—and I fuck him again. I go for the next toy. It is fatter. I grease it up. Gary has to really push against it to open fully. But it goes in. I turn it. Slowly. There are ridges on it that hit different areas in his ass with each slight twist. GaryM is panting. The toy comes out. My dick goes in. He actually flinches. “I think my hole is getting tired…” he murmurs, then explaining his cleanout had taken longer and he is now feeling the effects of that. He asks about the series of graduated balls on my toy shelf. It is a long toy with a sequence of ever-increasing diameter of the balls. He takes the first one with ease. And the second. I pull it out and eat his hole once more, glad we are using coconut oil and not Crisco. The balls go in again. One. Two. And the third. It hits the bend deep inside. “That’s it. I think I’m done.” I help him out of the sling and we hug. There is so much more to good sex than just getting off… The original post, with some intriguing comments, is here: From My Side of the Sling: GaryM Brings His Toys February 3, 2024

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(Hope I’ve posted this in the correct area) Do you feel that as you’ve gotten older you are much more sexually interested in what’s not really classed as the normal? Im 35 now and the last couple of years I’ve really started enjoying working my hole with dildos and toys. Even to the point now I would much rather a guy come round to spend time opening me up, stretching my hole and dildo-ing the life out of me (and maybe a fist) then him to come round just to fuck me. im finding myself much less interested (if any) in having a cock in my hole. I much more enjoy the pleasure of feeling my hole being stretched then I do of a smaller real cock (let’s be honest, there’s VERY VERY VERY few cocks that can be as long and thick as a nice girthy 12” dildo) He’s more then welcome to fuck me once I’ve gotten what I want but I’d be just as happy if he didn’t fuck me. Am I alone in this? Like I say this is only really something from the last couple of years, I use to love getting fucked, but I guess for me, it just didn’t really give the max pleasure I know I can receive…. let me know your thoughts.

A friend told me that he got a butt plug stuck in his arse and had to have surgically removed. Another guy had an XXL tunnel slide into him and again had it surgically removed. Anyone here experienced the same thing ? How did it happen and what must you look out for ? I love toys & plugs and getting fucked with a strap-on. Don’t want to stop but don’t want to get damaged either.

Jersey City—December, 2023 Once again, I traveled to New Jersey to see my brother and his partner for Christmas. Last year I drove, but this year I was back to flying. (Not an altogether happy choice, but I got there.) I had scheduled a play session on the next day, before Rudy, my JC fuck-bud, flew off to see his parents. I was excited. It had been a full year, after all. On the Thursday morning I got his text. He was headed to the gym. Would 3pm work? It did. I checked in again just before time. Was he ready for me to walk over? He was and in 10 minutes he buzzed me into his apartment building. I went up in the old elevator and rang his doorbell… We embrace. He looks great. His dirty blond hair is cut short. There is a large smile on his handsome face. He is a very young-looking 50+. The gym work shows on his trim body. We chat. I greet his cat and have a brief conversation with her, too. She loves visitors—unlike my brother’s cat who runs and hides. He gets me some water and we proceed to the bedroom as we catch up with each other. We strip down. I add my jock and get out the speculum which traveled with me—and is never used. I tie up my boots, sitting on the bed, which is covered with a black play sheet. The sling is over in the windowed alcove. We are high enough we can see out, but no one is likely to see us fucking in it. Rudy gets in the sling. I go to my knees. I eat his hole for a long time, still moist and steamy from his shower. He groans—and slaps his dick head with his fingers so it won’t harden. I finally stand up and enter him for the first time in a year. His hole is wet and he squeezes down on me in welcome. I do the pause while he hits the poppers—and I begin to plow. Long strokes. Nice and slow. Loving the hot wetness of his ass. With my cock still inside him, I grab his bottle of J-lube and coat my left hand. My cock come out and my fingers go in. Two, then three. Now four. And the thumb. I turn my hand just a fraction and Rudy gasps. I ease out of him and do it all again. Dick. Fist. Dick. Fist. Now my fist is in place and I pull slightly back, so my palm is half out of his hole. My cock head glides in, fucking through my fingers deep inside. Rudy groans. When I pull out this time, he asks for a break. We chat on the bed. Soon he is back in the sling. I am working a dildo, which has spiral ridges on it, up him. Smoothly. A little twist to help the insertion. Literally screwing it in place. Every inch of the large toy disappears. I switch to something that is molded like a dog’s phallus with a pronounced knot at the base. He takes the shaft easily. I have to work on getting the knot into him. But he does it. And earns another break. We sip our drinks and talk some more. Soon he is sitting on my face, my head smashed into the pillow and my tongue deep in his worked-out hole. I lick him out. He grinds down on me. I literally can’t breathe and I love it for as long as I can take it. I push him up and off my mouth as I gasp for air. Rudy gives me a moment, then sits on my mouth once again. I eat and jerk myself. He pulls off me. “Ride my cock,” I instruct. He mounts me and takes me balls deep into his hot hole. He goes into his own little world, babbling as he rides his Daddy’s cock. I love hearing the wet squish of our bodies beating together. “I want to suck you.” He grabs a piece of stainless steel from the bed side table. It is a Jennings mouth gag. It is similar to a spider gag. This is new to me. I have never had a guy use one before. He snaps it in place so his mouth stays open. PIC He gives me instant deep throating with it in place. It turns him into a suck machine. He takes me to the root again and again. Finally, he stops and removes it. “That was hot,” I tell him. He rummages in his wardrobe and comes back to the bed with another toy. A rosebud pump. PIC He has full ass lips after the work out. He wants me to see them more plumped up—and to taste them. He sticks the plexiglass rod in his ass and holds the cylinder around his ass hole. He begins to pump, manually. His ass lips grow. He releases the vacuum and lets me lick them. I take his plumped lips completely into my mouth, reveling in the sensation as they return to normal size. He does it again. The moment the cylinder is released I lick and spit and suck on his ass. And I know how I want to fuck next. I tell him to get on the edge of the bed on all fours. This time I pump his ass up, pumping until he tells me to stop. The cylinder comes off and my raging cock goes into him, not my tongue. I fuck him hard. Rudy groans. “On your back.” Ruby flips for me, ass right on the edge of the bed. He holds his legs, arms wrapped around his knees. I pump him up one more time. This time I grab a little pill bottle off the table. It has two loads from tricks saved and some of his own jizz. I stick my cock back between his swollen lips and pour the contents onto my shaft. I fuck it into him—telling him just what I’m doing. “Fuck me with all that cum,” he groans. It feels terrific. These guys were big shooters; my cock is still totally covered on every back stroke. I pull out and lick up the escaping jizz. I spit it right back into him. I fuck it deeper. The jizz fuck is going to take me go over the edge. A few more strokes and I am there; holding still as my balls empty into him. Mixing with the loads I fucked into him. I hold in place a long time. Letting every drop of cum drip into him. Only then do I pull out. I go down and felch the mixed loads. It’s a struggle not to swallow—but I want to feed them to him. I can feel Rudy jerking his cock. I stand up and lean over him. Our mouths meet and I let the loads drip out of my mouth and onto his tongue. He spasms. And gratefully swallows while it sounds like he is getting off. We lay on top of each other for a long moment. Luxuriating in what we’d just done. I towel down a little before I go wash in the adjoining bathroom. “Come here.” I come out and go over to the bed. He is lying so his head is right at the end. My balls fall into his mouth. He jerks himself until more cum runs out of his tight balls… The final post of 2023, with pictures of the equipment, is here: From My Side of the Sling: Rudy's New Toys Get Us Off December 31, 2023

My Playroom—November, 2023 It was Black Friday. I have a long history of having good luck at the bookstore on Black Friday. Men seem to drop their wives off for shopping and arrive at the bookstore to drop a quick load. But not this year. GaryM was coming to the playroom for a third visit. He had asked to be used a little harder. I had a couple things in mind, but now set plans. He arrived right on time—telling me had had little traffic. After a brief pitstop, he headed downstairs. I have on the jock that I wore to the huge house party. As a fellow scent pig, I’m sure he’ll enjoy it… “Kneel.” I have tossed the mat I usually use for the rimseat on a part of the cool concrete floor that is not covered by the padded equipment mat. GaryM kneels obediently. I grind the jock pouch into his face. He breathes deeply and sighs. “Get it wet. Re-activate all those juices.” His tongue gets even busier. My cock swells. I finally can’t stand it; I need to be in his mouth. I pull the pouch back and my cock springs free. Eagerly, he guides it into his mouth. It feels great. Soon I am throat fucking him. Deep. Making him choke. Telling him to swallow that deep throat slime. I am so ready to fuck and I say so. GaryM gets up on the bench without really being directed to go there. I eat his ass for a long time. I also grab my leather paddle. I begin to warm his butt cheeks with it. The sound of leather on soft flesh fills the room—and makes me attack his pucker once again with my tongue. I cover my cock with coconut oil as I prod him open. I stand up. GaryM has a very strong hole. He pushes out to meet me. Each time I enter him there is a split second that feels like my cock is not going to win. But it always does. I sink into him, wait the briefest of moments and begin to fuck. I am at top speed faster than usual. I love the sound of my hips slapping onto his naked ass cheeks. I pull out and bring the wet cock to his mouth. He gives me ravenous ATM. I remove the wrist restraints from the sling chains. I buckle them in place. I go back and fuck him again. After he cleans my cock a second time, I add the ankle restraints. I don’t fasten him anywhere. Yet. I just want him to think about them. I fuck him once more. He cleans me up before I tell him that we are moving to the sling. He gets up and I surprise him by getting into it myself. “Rim my ass!” He goes to his knees. He starts licking my balls and trails down the perineum to my hole. I let him get into me. I hold my hard cock straight up and begin to piss. It showers the top of his head, his face and begins to sluice down my ass crack. GaryM is there—licking, cleaning, savoring all of my very clear piss. I take a hit of poppers and close my eyes. I just want that tongue licking me for as long as possible. I open them eventually to watch him in the mirror. I have a little more piss, so I let it go. It shoots up in the air, looking like a pervy fountain. He lets out the sexiest moan as he once again licks it off my hairy ass crack, cheeks and balls. We both love to rim and be rimmed. I could have spent longer in the sling enjoying it, but know I will get more later. I get up and flatten the fuck bench so it is now a padded table. I think GM knows what’s coming. I grab the spreader bar and tell him to lie on the table. He does. His legs instinctively go up in the air. I attach the bar between his ankles and push it down so he can hold it. It rolls his ass up. I want it slightly higher, so I push down on the bar, so it is closer to his chest. The angle is now perfect. My cock goes into his well-used ass. I fuck him hard. He is very verbal with this fuck. He loves it. I pause let his legs rest for a moment and then do it again. This time when I’m done, I unclip him from the bar. I move to the top of the table. GM has his head on the pillow attachment. I straddle his head and sit on his face. He likely can’t breathe, but his tongue works its magic on my asshole once again. I get off his face, leaving him panting for air. I discard the bar and grab the hoe-tie attachment. I clip his ankles to it first, then his arms. It is a similar feel, but now I just press on the attachment to roll his ass into place. He seems to love being secured so he can’t move. I fuck him again. Hard and fast. The legs on the fuck bench are low in this position. My long legs tire of the bend rather quickly—but it’s still a memorable fuck. Only now do I get GM into the sling. I fuck, his eyes riveted to the mirror above him. I eat his ass again after all this fucking. He is incredibly wet with our juices. I try a butt plug, but it is a shade too thick. I switch to the egg-headed toy that is my stand by. He loves it alone. He loves it even more when I add my cock along with it. I fuck with my cock on top of the toy and under it. On top feels better, so I do it again. I set up the rimseat and mat while he is still in the sling. I hope he’s wondering which side of things he’s going to be on. I help get him out and tell him to lie down. He does, taking a hit of poppers before I close the seat. I sit down and let his tongue work over my ass again as I sit and watch the piss porn on the television. I have to be careful not to leave him there indefinitely. Maybe he wouldn’t mind, but I want to fuck again. I choose the sling. The moment his feet are in the stirrups, I piss his ass crack. I lick it up, my cock raging. I fuck him again. I take a big slug of water. It’s the trigger to release what’s left in my bladder. I eat his hole, stand insert and begin a very slow fuck. I stop as I feel the plumbing in me change. I begin pissing deep in his hole. On and on. I couldn’t stop pissing if I wanted to. I give him every drop in my bladder. Now I begin to churn the piss, fucking him hard. Some is lost to the towel below as it sloshes out of his ass. Some runs down my thighs as I keep fucking into the lake of piss deep in his guts. And it does just what I want—it makes me ready to shoot. I pick up the pace. Not so much liquid come out now on the backstroke. I drive into GM—and suddenly I’m shooting. My balls empty into him. I grab the sling frame to steady myself. I marinate in him for a long time as my breathing returns to normal. I kneel. I lick the piss and cum leaking out of his ass crack. Leaning across him, I drool some into his mouth. He is stroking his raging hard on as I do it. I grab the egg-headed dildo and push it in. I fuck him with it as he jerks. In moments, he shoots. Everywhere. The size of his load is like someone in his 20’s. I begin to lick what I can off his balls as GaryM gasps for breath… The original is here: From My Side of the Sling: GaryM Returns: Wanting It Harder December 7, 2023 Gary M wrote up how he felt during this play session. From My Side of the Sling: Guest Writer: GaryM Services FP December 9. 2023