POINT-n-POUND

[poundmyhole]

We've all been there at some point I think....that situation where we thought a hot time was to be had, only to end up disappointed and ultimately way more horned up than before what was supposed to happen!

That's how this all started.  Had been chatting on/off with this guy for some time and finally made plans to play.  I had cleaned up/out and put a jock on.  In shape, good lookin, green eyes, short dark hair, 38, 5'8", little body hair, smooth defined upper, shaved butt and nutts, 7" thick cut dick and hot ass.  Took a viagara, and put on black work boots and a cocking.  Got some clothes, lube, etc packed a bag and drove to his place.  He told me to park in the open garage, which closed once I was parked.  He met me at the door wearing nothing but black work boots and a metal cock ring.  He looked very hot.  My dick began to grow and my hole twitched a bit.  He smiled as he held the door open for me to enter.  As soon as we were inside, he grabbed two glasses he called his Great cocktail.  Handing me one, he said to drink up.  Finished, he told me to strip and put my clothes on a chair.  He stood watching making "hmm hmm" and "nice" comments.  When I got to my jock he told me to leave that on.  He pointed the way and as we walked he slapped my ass a few times. As we entered his bedroom he told me to lay on my back on his four poster bed.  He pulled my legs up and over my head, tying each ankle to one of the posts. He then tied each arm to the same post.  I was totally exposed.  He slapped my  hole a couple times then took out lube shooter he had made a booty bump with and a syringe he had prepared.  Not a word as he first emptied the booty bump deep inside my hole.  it burned for a bit.  Then he put a strap around my right arm, and in seconds took it off.  "A .5 booty and .35 slam should start things nicely".  I coughed hard.  ringing in my ears.  The Rush was wild.  He said he wanted me to simmer a while to give all those chems a little bit to work.  He then left the room, turning on a huge projected screen that was split screen - half of a hot porn scene of a guy being gangbanged by a group of super hot masc  guys and the other half of his bed with me all tied.

 

My hole was so warm and twitching to be filled. My dick was rock hard and throbbing, leaking jizz into my jock.  I began gyrating without thinking about it.  The porn scene was so hot.  I began saying, "yeah, fuck that hole.  Fuck my hole".  The slam, the booty bump, the g all were kicking in.  I was so horned.  I needed dick.  I wanted all the studs in the porn to be raping my ass.  I couldnt take it and called out.  No one answered.  I called out again.  No answer.  I began to freak out a little and got nervous.  I couldnt hear anything except the porn on the tv.  I shouted out.  Nothing.  This went on for almost an hour.

 

I started to really panic and was able to free my wrists, then legs.  I went looking for the guy, searching each room..the house was much bigger than I thought.  finally, found him - passed out on the bathroom floor.  I shook him and he woke - started crying about his cat who had died a year ago.  He was hysterical.  My high quickly was numbed.  I ensured he was going to be ok, got my things, put on my boots and went out to the garage, hit the door opener, jumped into my car and headed out.  I was so buzzed and horned I didn't realize I was driving wearing only my jock and boots.

As I drove, my mind, body, dick and hole were crazed for sex - hot hard fucking.  I touched my hole and stroked my dick.  Played with my nips.  It was too late for clubs.  Baths were dead on Tuesdays. 

I had stopped for a red light thinking about the gangbang porn earlier and kept playing with my nips. I laid back in my seat a little further, raised my left leg up resting my foot on the dash next to the steering wheel and began touching my hole.  I closed my eyes moaning at the feeling.  Then I was brought back to reality when a loud air horn sound was heard.  I froze, looked around, and then saw the truck next to me.  Not just any truck.  A jacked up high, 4 door, 4 rear tired, custom butch truck.   

 

The music pumping heard through the opened windows.  The driver was a hot lookin black guy, shirtless, with a smile from ear to ear.  He nodded, then licked his lips, then smiled again.  I smiled back.  He then turned his head facing inside his truck for a second, then turned back towards me while another hot lookin black guy appeared in the window.  He looked at me, smiled, and then mouthed, "wanna fuck? U party?"  I nodded my head yes.  The driver then said to follow him.  The light turned green and they went ahead.  I followed.

We drove for at least 20 minutes to an area unknown to me.  A warehouse type area.

 

They parked and the driver stepped out of the truck, pointing me where to park.  He was about 6'4", hot build, chaps n boots. 

I then realized as I began to step out of my car I was only wearing my jock and boots.  The driver then said, "hey guy.  Curtis here.  Looks like we should get inside before someone gets a view of that hot ass!"  A whistle sound was heard as the passenger of the truck got out and headed to the front door.  He was about 6', tight body, also in chaps.  "Nate here".  The three of us walked towards the door when I heard another voice,

 

'Hmmmm, yeah.  Gonna have a good time for sure!" coming from another black stud, as he got out of the rear drivers side of the truck. about 5'10", hot build, in chaps and harness. "Cody's the name you're gonna be screamin!"  Followed by, "fuckin eh!  look at that ass!", now a 4th black guy getting out of the rear passenger side of the truck.  He was about 6' tall, musc, in chaps and harness.  "James here".

Curtis and Nate ahead of me and Cody and James behind me.  I began to feel panicked.  I had never been with a black guy, let alone four.  I slowed my walk and considered my exit options.  Just when I got ready to bolt, Cody and James came up on either side and grabbed my arms.  they both began licking and touching my nips, each deep kissing me, grunting, rubbing my body.  "Now you weren't thinking about jettin were you", Cody said with an evil grin and I was escorted into the building.

[Guest]

Fuck yeah! Loving where this is headed!!

[Petereater]

HOT beginning, looking forward to the next installment!

 

[boy4you]

I wonder what’s going to happen inside a warehouse? 

[crawford912]

Definitely excite to read the rest of this adventure.

[nakedpublicpig]

Fucking hot. Driving high in just a jock and boots promises a great story.

[as1717]

Keep it going

[shinelover]

Fuck, sounds very promising. More!

[Eagerbtm4unow]

FUCKING HOT!  please more sir.....

[poundmyhole]

Chapter 2

As I entered, there were no lights.  It was pitch black.  I stopped for a moment and one of the guys told me to keep it moving, along with hands on my shoulders pushing forward.  I couldn’t see anything.  I stopped after taking only a few steps inside and felt the hands being removed.  As I turned around, I saw the door closing, shutting out the light from the street lamps.  I heard several locks turning.  I could see nothing.  No one.  It then was silence for what seemed like several minutes.  I was really beginning to freak out.  At first I whispered and then increasingly spoke the same question, “hello”?  No response.

 

A dim light appeared from above barely showing a small stool beneath.  The light wasn’t bright enough to see even the walls of this place.  I didn’t move.  A deep, masculine, matter of fact in tone type voice came from the darkness.  He said, “You are here because you said you were into partying and playing with us.  We play and party hard.  Bet you like it hard.  Real hard.  Take off everything and get naked.  Put all your stuff on the floor next to the stool.  Do it now.”  I was buzzed, no doubt.  The voice was sexy.  I was spun.  I slowly walked towards the stool, removing what little I was wearing.  Now completely naked, I stood there waiting. 

 

“Turn around.  On the wall there are items you are to put on.  Best be quick about it!” came the voice from the darkness.  Sure enough, as I turned around, there was a wall dimly lit that had several items hanging on it:  a black leather jock strap, an odd looking cockring, harness, wrist and angle restraint straps, and blindfold.  It was difficult putting this all on in almost complete darkness.  As I did, my mind began to race with questions.  Then it hit me.

 

Some ten years before, I was trying to find my niche as far as the type of bar or club I wanted to frequent.  It became clear pretty quickly that I was attracted to the leather bar because of the hot, masculine, leather clad men usually there.  It was there that I met a guy named Bob.  It was early during my coming out.  I didn’t know how to act.  Was totally inexperienced with men.  And it showed.  Bob introduced himself one evening I was there.  He made it clear that he wasn’t trying to fuck me, he just thought I could use a little help.  We drank, talked, laughed, and drank some more.  Over the next couple weeks we became friends and still are to this day.  He had told me that there were “leather men meets” all around, that one was coming up not too far and asked if I wanted to go.  I agreed.

 

We checked into the hotel, unpacked and got ready to head out to the host bar for the leather meet event.  I had no leather and had put on a white t-shirt, a pair of worn levi’s, jockstrap, and black work boots.  My ass looked boomin in my jeans.  Bob came out of the bathroom and asked if that was what I was wearing.  When I told him yes, he began shaking his head saying how stupid he was for not thinking about it beforehand.  “This is a leather meet.  The key word being leather.”  Then he said for me not to worry.  That with my hot little bod I could get away going shirtless.  I freaked out.  I had never been to any club or anywhere public shirtless.  He calmed me down as we began to smoke a joint.  I smoked weed many times before – but this time, the weed was super strong and had a weird taste to it.  I coughed several times.  Bob laughed and picked on me a bit.  I told him the weed was the strongest and oddest tasting weed I had ever smoked.  Bob said that was because it was realllllllly good shit and it was spiked with something that would make me feel better.  He then produced two shot glasses, one more full than the other, and a can of coke for each of us.  He handed the smaller shot to me and said, “cheers!!”  We clanged the shot glasses together and drank them.  It was awful.  Unlike any alcohol I had ever tasted.  My facial expressions told the story.  Bob laughed again and said it was G.  It would make me feel even better.  Some time passed and I was feeling better.  A LOT better.  I was also very warm.  And was feeling more horned up by the minute.  We smoked another joint and headed out walking to the host bar that was just a couple blocks from our hotel.

 

As we got closer to the bar, I noticed more and more men clad in leather gear around the area.  I kept touching my nipple through my t-shirt.  My dick stirred inside my jock and my hole felt like it was buzzing.  Twitching.

 

We got to the entrance of the bar where there was this very tall, super hot man in black boots, chaps, a bulge that wouldn’t quit, hardness, vest, and hat.  He smiled at Bob, took his ticket, and stepped aside to let him in.  I presented my ticket and his smile turned to a crazed like look.  “This is a private leather event.  I see your ticket.  I don’t see leather.  You can’t come in.”  I looked beyond him to the door and Bob was standing on the other side of the door talking with some guys he must have known.  “Will this make a difference?”, I asked as I took off my t-shirt, turned around and bent over untying my boot laces and stood back up.  The bouncer was smiling a shit eating grin and said, “that will do just fine.  Just keep the shirt off.”  As I walked past him he grabbed my ass. 

 

Inside, I was blown away.  Men everywhere.  Leather of all types.  Men wearing only jockstraps and boots.  In the distance, I could see a guy getting fucked.  The music was blaring.  The smell of  men, sweat, leather and sex was intoxicating.  I was high.  Horned.  Like a kid in a candy store.  I was also nervous as fuck and it took a few drinks and time for me to chill – getting used to my ass being grabbed or slapped and my nips getting tweaked. 

 

The place was huge.  It was on two floors.  Bob and I had walked around and saw all the different booths, bar stations, and more men playing than I had ever seen before.  Time flew by.  It was about 30 minutes before night one was to close and we were getting another drink when the bartender motioned for Bob.  The two talked for a bit – all the while looking in my direction.  Bob then walked over to me and said that he was a bit shocked.  He went on to say that he was a bit jealous and how lucky I was.  As we walked away from the bar, Bob told me that we needed to goto the bar’s leather shop.  He said that the attendant there would be waiting for us – actually me.  Bob said that there was a gift for me there from someone unknown.  I was curious for sure.  We entered the shop and the attendee immediately greeted us, then grabbed my hand and began walking towards the dressing room area with me in tow.  Once there, he went on to say that a very generous and very hot man who wished to be anonymous wanted me to have some things.  I looked very skeptical.  The only catch was that I had to walk out of the shop wearing those gifts and had to agree to have them on whenever I was attending the meet.  Before I could say anything, he quickly took some measurements and disappeared.  Bob was so excited.  I didn’t know what to think.  The attendant then returned with a pair of black leather boots, a black leather jock strap having thin straps, a half harness, arm band and boy cap.  I freaked.  I would be almost naked!  I looked at Bob.  He said I should do it.  I would be crazy to pass this up.  “Shots!” screamed the bartender that had been talking to Bob moments before.  “Drink up – on the house!”  There were 4 shots, 2 of one color and 2 of another.  “One of each color, gentlemen”.  We downed our shots.  I took Bob aside and expressed my nervousness.  My fears.  And then something happened.  I stopped talking to Bob, turned to the attendant and said, “fuck yeah.  It’ll be hot!”  Pulled off my jeans and other stuff and put on the items the attendant gave me.  “WOW”, Bob said.  “Look at yourself in the mirror!  Holy fucking shit!  And that ass!”  I moved to the mirror.  For the first time in my life, be it the shots, drug shots, weed, whatever, I stood there and complimented myself as to how hot I really did look.

 

There weren’t as many men in the bar as we left the shop.  The last call announcement came.  We went to the bathroom and I went into one of the stalls and shut the door.  Bob headed to the urinals.  I finished pissing and put my now almost hard dick back inside the jockstrap when I began to wonder how I was going to get back to the hotel dressed like I was?  The bathroom stall door suddenly opened.  A towering man built like a brick shit house forced himself inside the stall and closed the door behind him.  He easily stood at 6’4”.  Dark hair, light hair on his muscular pecs behind a harness, a small trail down his 6 pack into chaps where I could plainly see a couple inches of his dick popping up through.  “Don’t say anything.  Turn around,, now”.  I hesitated.  He grabbed my arm and spun me around and smacked my jockstrapped bared ass hard.  “Spread your legs and step forward” he said as I felt his hands on my shoulders pushing me towards the wall.  “Give me your left arm”, as he grabbed my left wrist and brought my arm behind me placing my hand on his dick.  “Play with my dick while I stick you”.  I had no idea what he meant.  Did he mean he was going to fuck me?  “Put your right arm upwards – hand on the wall – and don’t move”.  I didn’t understand. I heard some rustling and then a rubber tube wrapped around my right bicep, followed by wet feeling, then a prick, then the rube removed.  And then BAM!  I uncontrollably coughed hard several times.  My vision blurred.  Warmth all over my body.  My dick got rock hard and I was pumping out pre-cum like crazy.  My hole was on fire.  My legs got weak.  I let go of his dick and started to slump down as he wrapped his huge arms around me to hold me up – while fingering my nips. I moaned.  He moaned.  He licked and nibbled my neck and ears as he pressed his body against mine.  I was sweating like crazy.  “Put your hands on the wall and don’t move”, he said as he quickly backed up a bit and then bent down, slipped both his hands between my legs and spread them as he lifted my lower body off the ground.  I was hanging in front of him and started to squirm like crazy when I felt my hole being tongue teased.  He darted his tongue in and out of my hole, teased all around it, and repeated this.  My dick was so hard.  I was higher than I had ever been in my life.  I started to say, “fuck me.  Fuck me1  Pound my hole!  Please!”  I got louder each time.  I needed dick.  I wanted it so bad.  He turned us around in the stall, then opened the door and continued eating my hole as he walked out the bathroom and into the bar.  I couldn’t make out anyone or much else.  He stopped eating my hole and said to someone, “takin this one with me” and we went out the door.  At first I began to freak out a bit wondering how that looked with him eating my ass as we walked out the door.  Then I didn’t care. 

 

Suddenly everything stopped.  I was set down onto my feet for a moment.  I started to bring my head up when I first heard a sliding door open and then felt myself being pushed inside a van.  “On your back, arms up.  NOW”, he said.  I felt my wrists being secured above my head as I lay on the cold metal van floor.  A ball gag was put over my head and into my mouth.  “Just to be sure you don’t get crazy and start screaming”, he said.  “Spread your legs”, he said and I felt something first touching, then quickly being pushed inside my hole.  It burned.  It also didn’t pop out.  I figured it was some kind of butt plug.  He then closed the door, got in the driver’s seat and began driving.  I was fighting inside with anger, fear, unreal horniness, and a hole aching to get filled.  “I know you’re a bit spun, but that’s how I like my boys and my boys like to be.  Bob said you weren’t experienced with party drugs and I love bringing party virgins to the dark side.  You got the look, bod, and butt boy – knew it as soon as you put on the leathers I set up for you.  Relax.  We got about a half hour drive.”  My hole was now twitching around the butt plug.  It was pressing against my prostrate.  Zzzzzzzzzzz zzzzzz  zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz  My body shot up as this wild feeling repeated deep inside my hole.  The pattern changed every minute or so.  It was driving me crazy.  I was uncontrollably moaning.  I could see his bright blue eyes in the rear view mirror looking at me – like I was dinner or something.  He smiled a smirk from time to time as he looked back at me from time to time.  I could see him stroking his dick as his right arm flexed and his hand moved up and down every so often.  The vibrations were getting more intense – very intense.  “You liken that boy?  Got the controller right here – Bluetooth is amazing!  Bet I should turn it up some, eh?”  OMG!  It almost felt like the butt plug was fucking me.  The vibrations made it move inside me.  My dick was so damn hard.  My nips were standing on end.  I was sweating bullets.  Moaning like crazy.  My balls ached.  My dick wanted to shoot but the vibrations were so intense against my prostate I couldn’t cum.  “Aint that a bitch?  Wanna cum so bad, right?  NOT gonna happen!”, he said and increased the intensity.  I was squirming.  Kept feeling like I was gonna blow all over and was kept in that feeling for most of the ride to wherever he was taking me. 

 

“You were injected with tina in the bathroom.  It’s called a slam.  A dart.  I gave you .40.  A little more than what I start most with, but I had to move quicker cause the bar was closing.  The shots you had are ghb.  Once we get there, you will be untied and then tied again with your hands behind your back.  We will go inside and you will be put into my sling.  Your wrists and ankles will be restrained.  You will be given more ghb and another slam.  This time, it will be stronger.  And then we play.”

 

A few minutes later, the buzzing stopped.  The van stopped.  As I was told what were the next steps happened.  The tube, the prick, removal of the tube, and BAM!  Holy fucking shit!  The rush was so intense as he turned the vibrating butt plug on higher than before.  He laughed.  I gyrated.  The sling swung.  Then I was empty.  The butt plug removed – replaced by his tongue teasing, tongue darting without mercy in and out of my hole.  He again played with my nips as he ate my hole.  I screamed behind the gag.  My breathing got harder.  I couldn’t stop bucking my hips.  My dick hurt it was so hard.  My balls ached like never before.  And then I burst.  My dick began throbbing as it pumped my balls and shot rope after rope of my cum across my stomach, onto my chest and face.  I had never cum without jerking off, getting head, or getting jerked off.  I couldn’t believe this could happen.  It felt so fucking good.  I collapsed, unmoving as my dick continued to dry throb, my hole trying to grip dick – feeling so empty and screaming to be filled. 

 

He stood up.  I hadn’t seen him remove his chaps.  Between my legs, barely able to fit his dick in his hand as he stroked what looked to be at least 10 inches of thick cut cock, I looked into his eyes and just nodded my head.  In an instant, he fed my hole balls deep with his dick.  I screamed in pain and pleasure.  He stepped forward holding onto the chains and thrust forward several times.  Punching through my inner ring.  It hurt.  He then stepped back and pulled out entirely and began shaking his head.  “Looks like you can’t take my dick, boy”, he said as he walked out of the room.  I tried to shout for him to come back.  Beg him to fuck my hole.  Some minutes later I heard footsteps approaching the room.  He walked in, his dick looking harder than when he left.  He opened a box on a table, pulled out some lube, stroked his dick a few times, put his hand back into the box and then sprinkled his dick with tina.  A real super evil grin on his face as he walked back towards me he said, “I don’t give a fuck if you can or can’t take my dick.  That’s up to you”.  He stood between my legs, spread wide, high and tied to the sling, reached forward with both hands and grabbed onto my neck as he literally impaled me balls deep with one stroke.  He then pummeled my ass full length as deep and as hard as he could.  “CUM boy!  Shoot your load!” he commanded.  He pounded harder.  “I said CUM boy!  CUM NOW!”  He kept one hand gripping my neck and began slapping my ass with the other with each stroke.  “CUM BITCH!” he screamed as he then short jackhammered my hole.  Again, in my shock, my dick began pumping streams of my cum onto my face and chest.  He began to groan and moan deep guttural sounds as he blew deep inside my hole.  I could feel his dick throbbing and dumping his seed as my hole gripped and stroked his dick. 

 

He slammed and fucked me that entire weekend.  We never went back to the leather meet. 

 

“HEY WHITE BOY!” came the voice from the dark, louder, stronger, more commanding – bringing me back to reality as I stood there still putting on the items left for me.

 

[Guest]

Oh hell yeah! This is going get really good really fast! Sounds like such FUN!!

[shinelover]

Fuck, that was one hell of a flashback!

[Syracuseboy]

That is fucking hot

[poundmyhole]

[Rosebud69]

Fucking great story!!