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It couldn’t have been that loud, but the sound of my door locking behind me roared my ears.

After three months of chatting with Master Saul on the Domination App, He gave me an ultimatum. I was to tell my friends and family I would be out of town for a few days, but to keep it vague as to where I was going. I was to leave my phone, wallet, and keys inside my desk drawer. And I was to be outside my apartment at exactly 6:00 PM where I would find a black SUV waiting at the curb. 

I had often fantasized about being dominated by alpha guys and had done some fun role-play. Over the past few years, growing bored with vanilla sex, my fantasies had turned to Master/slave dynamics. I’d spent entire weekends at home watching Master/slave porn, leaving me consumed with my desire to submit the entire next week. When I discovered the Domination App, a whole new world opened up to me. There were plenty of flakes to be sure, but I had some intense chats with Men who at least claimed to be Masters although they would sometimes come on so strong that I could easily spot them as fellow fantasists like myself.

But, the initial contact from Master Saul had started without all of that…..”Hello boy. Great profile.”

I’d responded with a simple “thanks” and He didn’t push me to immediately address Him as Sir or Master which was always a giveaway that the chat was going to last as long as it took the other guy to stroke out a load. 

“Tell me about yourself….”

After telling him my age, stats, etc. He said “No, I want to hear about you and what is inside you that brought you to this app.”

I stayed up late that night with porn, as usual, playing on my computer screen, but the more we chatted I lost interest in the porn and really opened up to Him. Telling this stranger about how I had always felt inferior around other men. How I could feel my neck turning red any time an Alpha paid attention to me. That I sometimes worried that the more I indulged my Master/slave fantasies the harder it would be to ever have any traditional relationship with another man. 

After several hours of chat, He had said it was time for bed. I said I understood if He was tired. He said, “No, I’m telling you it is time for you to go to bed. Log off of the app, shower, and get 7 hours sleep tonight. Think about our chat tomorrow and whether or not you’d like to continue. If you do, log on to the app at exactly 8:00 pm and message me and no one else.”

He was definitely pulling a power play on me, but it wasn’t like the others with their overly aggressive language and demands to see pics or for my phone number. Perhaps I was reading into the chat, but it seemed to be completely natural for Him to decide it was my bed time – and to expect me to comply. 

“Good night, boy.”

“Good night……Master?”

No one can say ,I don’t help out those in need.

Here in Fort. Lauderdale I walked by a storefront clinic and a young guy(looked Gay),  was passing out pink papers. They needed Men’s Cum, to help the poor married women in France have children. (They said ‘Sperm’ on the paper, but it’s the same-Cum has Sperm in it-every body know that.) I’m not stupid.

  Now I don’t especially like the French-snooty bastards that look down on us average guys. But the appeal was for the French Ladies, and I’m a Ladies Man.

I had just had a few stiff drinks down at Harry’s bar. There are no Sports on TV this Saturday afternoon-so what the Hell!

 I got loads of Cum, haven’t been laid in a month.

I’m not smart enough for the Girls-they like those guys with all the fancy words-not a rough ,tough  guy like me. I have to get a girl drunk in order to get any sex.

It’s a Pussy Desert out there.

So-in I go to give some poor childless woman in France a good load of my hot, healthy Cum.

  Now, Lauderdale is full of them Gay Fags always looking at my big dick-so I  walk by and ignore the Gay boy handing out the Cum Donation papers.

 Inside, its an old storefront with new paint, and 4 old doctors in white coats- in their 60’s and 70’s walking around. They all got dentures so their teeth look new and artificial-and they’re all bald.

 The tallest doctor, Dr. Smith comes over and he’s a nice guy.  I’m taken into a room and give a free physical-you’ve got to be healthy to give Cum. I’m 6′ 3″,190 libs ,all muscle. age 40. The doctor is really impressed and calls the other doctors in. I keep my pants on, but no shirt, just my big  muscles. The can’t believe my arms and all have to feel the biceps, pecs. and my muscular stomach. I flex the biceps to give them a little show, and they all have to feel the biceps again.

They are very admiring. I worked hard for those muscles-took me years to get inshape.

  Then I have to show them my Dick. They have to make sure it’s healthy.

Like my muscles, they are very admiring. ‘Looks very healthy’, several said peering at it closely. ‘It is healthy’, I said and pulled back the foreskin a couple times, and flexed it, so they could see how fat and long it was-then put it back in my pants.

Two or three must have been thirsty, as they were licking their lips.

Then Dr. Smith takes me into the  next room where the Cum Extractor is. There’s one of the old doctors working on it. It broke earlier and he’s trying to fix it. It looks like one of them milking machines they put on cows-a shiny machine and a big black tube to put on my dick and suck out the load.

‘Sorry Joe, the machine seems to be broke today’, Dr. Smith says.

 ‘We got something new to try…a Robot that medically sucks a load of Cum out of you-one of them Artificial Intelligence robots you see on TV-we are just trying them out’. ‘

Come over here’. and he takes me over to the wall. There are 5 metal large casings on the with a Dick size hole in the metal. ‘If this works we will stop using that old piece of junk in the other room.’

‘How about a drink?’ he said-‘we have a free bar for volunteers.’

 ‘Sure, I could use a couple of ‘Pops’, I said. So he pours me a large Rum and Coke. I’m thirsty and guzzle that in about 2 minutes-and he pours me another one.

‘We tried to  make the machine comfortable for you Guys- so inside it’s soft and moist like a pussy, or your girlfriend’s mouth. Just put your cock in and fuck the machine and it will get the sample we need-and thanks for being a Good Citizen’.

‘If Ladies are in need, I’m the guy to help’, I say.

 Dr. Smith leaves and I finish my second large drink and pull out  ‘Long John’, thick and a foot long. Several ladies having seen it, say no, and quickly walk away-and one even said to me-‘you ain’t putting that monster into me’.

So, I’m horny all the time. My Dick’s too big.

There are five donations stations. I go to the 1st one on the left and  just push Long John in a little ways. It’s a warm moist hole as the Doc. said. so I shove it in all the way-and start a rough, hard fuck to try it out.

It sort of reminds of fat Eileen, my last girlfriend-who lost all her teeth in a drunk driving accident(that was her fault). And when drunk, she loves to suck cock. When sober she won’t touch my dick-but drunk, she’s  a Man-eater.

This machine felt a lot like Eileen’s mouth. So I keep fucking and Bam!  Ol’ Long John shoots a monster load of cum into the warm, soft hole.

The machine gurgles for a minute then is silent. There are paper wipes nearby and I wipe off my cock, tuck it away, and go to have another free drink.

 Just then Doctor Jones comes in-another nice old guy of about 70-super shiny fake teeth. ‘Dr. Smith said that sample was  really great!’-Dr. Jones said.

‘Oh!, that was nothin’, I said-‘I can shoot Loads like that all day long.’

Did that a machine bruise your cock at all?’, Dr. Jones asked sympathetically.

‘No-see’, I said, and I pulled the still half-hard 12″  cock out of my pants.

 ‘Let me check it’, he says and he knelt  and handles  every inch of my big dick turning it this and that way-looking closely at all the big veins-then he got up- ‘no,it seems Ok’.

‘It’s fine’, I said.

 Would you mind giving another Sample?’ Dr. jones said-‘And let me get you another drink’. ‘I can give as many samples as you need’, I said. ‘I’ve got nothing to do today’.

‘When you finish your drink, give a sample at  station #2’, he said, and scurries out.

I Down the drink and went over to  #2. I pull out Long John. he’s growing hard again. The Ai mouth was  warm and soft, and it seemed larger than the first Ai mouth.

I was able to fuck deeper and harder, just like I was fucking Eileen’s mouth-and in about five minutes, I shoot a big load of Cum in #2’s warm Robo mouth and throat.

  Dr. Brown and Dr. Black then came in. 60’ish guys, shiny dentures, and Dr. Black was really Black. Dr. Brown says, ‘the second Donation was also exceptional’-Dr. Jones told us to tell you.’

 ‘ Dr. Jones said you had small red spots on a couple of veins on your cock and we should look at them-give a second opinion.’

‘Well you doctors know best’, I say and I proudly pull out Long John.

They put thin rubber gloves on and go up and feel the cock all over  with their hands and kneel to closely examine the veins. The cock gets a little hard from all the handling. They even examined my very large balls-fondling them, exclaiming at their size.

‘No, a big healthy cock,’, they both said still  staring at the cock…

‘Hey thanks for checking me out’, I  said.

“If you would do two more samples we would appreciate it. You are our only Donor today’…’so we are depending on you.’  ‘

Then we’ll close up shop’.

They leave quickly, and I  have a few swigs of the Rum and Coke, and walk over to stations #3 ands #4.

There’s no problem from ‘Long John’, he’s ready to go…hard as a rock.

I give #3 Robot mouth a quick and deep fucking and shoot my Load. Then I wipe off Long John, finish my drink, then go over  to number 4 machine and  shove my hard, swollen cock in, and start fucking hard and rough. It feels good to be uninhibited  and fuck as fast and deep as I can. Then Bam!, and other big load of Cum, and I’ve done my Duty. I hear a low groan of pleasure but it’s not me-(must be hearing things).

I’m all relaxed and won’t be horny any time soon. and I’ve done a good deed!

I clean up, zip up and go out to the waiting room. I’m half drunk, but can still walk  like I’m not.

 As I leave, I see cameras on the walls pointing down at the Ai machines.

‘That’s strange’, I say, ‘they must be security cameras. Well it’s  a rough neighborhood.’

  In the waiting room the doctors are standing around-Doctors Brown, and Black using tissues to wipe their mouths.

‘Thank you, Doctors’, I say. …..’Thank you!’, they chorus back.

‘If I don’t have any  dates this week, I might like to donate to the French ladies again’.

Dr. Smith replies-‘we have limited hours, just Saturdays at present, but come again.’

‘Now that I’m 40, the dates are few and far between’, I explain. ‘So hey ,probably I’ll see you Saturday.’

 ‘That sounds great!’, Dr. Smith exclaims,, and they all nod and laugh as he escorts me out to the front door.

      I get home home and i’m going to take a nap. (‘Free liquor, and I got to shoot five loads of Cum!. ….for Charity!..’, I think).

 

(‘Who woulda thought such a thing was possible?’)-(Only in America!’).

And I got to keep it secret like the Docs. said-or Benny and Joey will be over there all the time-and they won’t need me.

Let me start off by saying I love glory holes!  I love sucking cock through them just as much as I love sticking my own cock in them and getting off. There’s just something about that hole framing the penis in all its glory.  One man just has to stand there and enjoy the ecstatic feeling of his member inside a hot wet mouth and down a throat with no thought of what the other man looks like, or his opinions, or how he dresses.  The other man gets to indulge his hunger for penis and cum with no judgement or worry. What could be better!    

When I’m out of town, for sure I will locate the nearest video store, grab my poppers and head over to get my fill of dick and cum (I love the taste and feel of cum and I will for sure swallow you!). After I’ve had my fill of several or more cocks, I like to then finish off with a talented mouth taking care of me.  And while it’s certainly not out of the ordinary for me to hit an out-of-town bathhouse so my ass can receive a good hard breeding (but that’s another tale for later), my true love is a nice cock or mouth coming through a hole in the wall and nothing else to distract me.

In town, however, it’s a very different story since I have a job where I wouldn’t want to be seen walking into one of those establishments. But luckily, I’ve found a few guys who’ve set up their own private glory holes in their houses and they have been a lot of fun

There is one guy I really like hooking up with; I’ll call him my Glory Hole Buddy (or GHB for short). I’ve never seen his face (although I’m sure he checks me out of his window as I walk in) and that’s OK with me.

For his private arcade, he really went all out; his plywood wall he constructed covered with graffiti with a well-positioned hole looks very authentic.  I really like that he wants me to wear a Bike jockstrap for our sessions as this is a real fetish for me. He knows I like to be the mouth too, so now and then he lets me suck off his quite nice member (but mostly he’s the cocksucker and he is very talented).  He even makes sure to lay out fresh poppers.

When I’m out of town, sometimes we’ll bullshit via email and rattle off some fun times we’ve had at glory holes and bathhouses, and I usually fill him on my out-of-town adventures in whoring. 

About once a month, I stop by.  The usual routine after setting up an “appointment” is for me to come through the front door of his townhouse where there’s an entryway with stairs leading up to the living area on the right and on the left is the glory hole (the door to which I assume goes to the garage is swapped out with the plywood).  I walk over to the hole where he grabs my crotch and pulls down my gym shorts or pants and proceeds to bring my crotch into the hole and licks and nuzzles my jock.  He then turns me around and I bend over a stool he’s provided while he rims my ass.  He’s very good at it, which is great because I love getting rimmed and it drives me wild.  However, he doesn’t spend much time on it and usually after a few minutes, turns me around, pulls my cock out of my jock and sucks, licks, and deep throats like the true professional he is.  A few deep inhales of the poppers he’s provided, and I explode into his throat.  I love how after I come, he leaves it in his mouth and tenderly sucks out every last drop of cum. He truly is a Google five-star star cocksucker.

Like I said, it’s usually the same routine but one time when I emailed him to set up a get together, he asked if I was up for a real hot adventure since he knew I was just as happy being catcher as I was being pitcher.  Being the total slut I am, I said sure, thinking we would swap blowjobs as we sometimes did.  For this “adventure” he instructed me that when I came over and was inside to totally strip down to my jockstrap and then come over to the hole.

When I got there, I did as he instructed and as usual, he turned me around and rimmed me while I laid across the stool.  But this time, he really took his time and meticulously worked my hole with his tongue.  I was going insane as he loosened my hole and probed his tongue deeper and deeper, I started gyrating my ass to let him know how much he was turning me on.  I was horny insane and that must have been his plan all along because as I was getting totally worked up and feeling sleazy as hell, I could not believe it (!), a guy started walking down the stairs.  He had a ski mask pulled all the way down his head covering his face, and except for a well filled jockstrap, had nothing else on.  Pretty nice body too! At first, I was freaked, but I quickly recovered as he walked up to my face, which was level with his crotch since I was laying across the stool and he proceeded to grab my head into his package.  I eagerly licked his jockstrap and that was his cue that this scene was totally cool with me!

It didn’t take long for “Ski Mask” to pull his dick out and I eagerly and willingly took his 7 inches of gorgeous veiny cock into my mouth starting with his beautiful mushroom knob.  I thoroughly licked every part of it including the slit and rim.  After I had my fill, I worked his cock into my mouth and down my throat making sure the bottom of his shaft got the full treatment of my tongue.  He was very greedy and selfish and wasn’t shy about what he wanted (just the way I like it).  Eventually, he grabbed the back of my head and starting using my mouth like a Fleshlight.

Meanwhile GHB continued to rim me as well as fingering my hole.  Between the rimming and sucking on this masked stranger’s beautiful dick, I was really going insane, and my dick was raging hard with horniness.  It was pretty obvious my hole was being prepped for a serious fucking and that only got me hotter with the anticipation. GHP would give my dick a few token rubs through my jock but that was all.   I was the designated bottom, and I knew the rules when you “assume the position”: your dick’s needs are last and all energy should be focused on making sure the top(s) is fully satisfied and taken care of.

My ass was screaming to be mounted, and I think GHB sensed it as he gave my ass a really good whack which must have been a pre-arranged signal to Ski Mask that I was primed and ready.

Ski Mask gestured to me to stand up, then he turned me around and in a deep low voice commanded me to get on all fours. He bought my face to the glory hole, where GHB had his hard pulsing cock waiting for me.  I didn’t need to have it spelled out and happily wrapped my lips to the head of his cock and worked my mouth down his shaft.

Meanwhile Ski Mask knelt down behind me and start rubbing the knob of his dick against my open wet hole.  Slowly but surely, he entered me.  He didn’t start fucking me right away, just kept his dick fully in me, teasing the crap out of me, while he watched me greedily sucking GHB.  I wanted this top to see how well I could deep throat a cock somehow knowing the better I performed, the better breeding I would receive.  My instincts were spot on, and I can tell he was getting really turned on watching me be my total slut self.  Slowly, he start sliding his dick in and out of my ass and once in rhythm, he really started pounding me. He really knew how to ride a bottom!  He never stopped pounding me even when he was sniffing poppers and holding the bottle up to me to sniff as well.

I was really enjoying getting both my holes used but after a while, I could tell by GHB’s groans he was ready to cum.  I usually like to have a guy come while his cock is still in my mouth or throat, but this time I pulled away so Ski Mask could see his load shoot onto my tongue.  That drove him wild and with a final good inhalation of poppers and a few good poundings he released his load in me and kept pumping till he shot every last drop of his jism deep inside me.  What a glorious feeling to have cum in my ass and mouth!  I was in total whore heaven!

Ski Mask pulled out and lifted me into a standing position. He push me against the glory hole and GHP finally pulled my dick out its jock and while he sucked me off, Ski Mask fingered my hole.  I took a deep hit of the poppers and my cum exploded out so hard, I almost passed out.

Ski Mask gave me a good smack on my ass and went back upstairs.  I got dressed and headed home in my car sitting on my newly fucked ass and enjoying the lingering taste of cum in my mouth.

GHB emailed me later saying how much they enjoyed using me; seems him and his friend had this fantasy for a long time and knew I was the whore who could fulfill it – he sure got that right!  I told him I was readily available the next time his friend was in town for any other fantasies he or both of them had.

Merry christmas all – a christmas special I hope you all enjoy <3 Have the best christmas you can!

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———— Aiden’s POV————

My hands trembled as the cold seeped through my body.  I looked at my phone, it feeling warm in my hand. Despite it being mid-day, the sky was dark, black clouds blocking what little sun there was as I looked out my windscreen. I had been driving back from my parents when my engine light had come on my dashboard, the power cutting from my car. I had managed to steer into a layby and call a tow truck, but for the next few hours I was stuck alone in the cold.

Sighing, I unbuckled my belt and lay my car seat back, turning and climbing over the scratchy seats. I reached the back seat, fighting through the piles of old hoodies and my gym bag, making it to the boot. I reached through the gap above the seats and began awkwardly dragging out a small plastic box to the front seats, opening it. My dad had insisted last year to make me a survival kit to put in my car in case anything like this did happen. I had fought with him about it. I don’t know why I was so against having it, but I only gave in to get some peace. I was glad now he had won, though hoping I wouldn’t have to tell him about it.

I pulled out a warm blanket, a few bars of chocolate and some water from the box, leaving the flashlight and candles there. As I unfurled the blanket a small card fell out. I picked it up, flipping it over and opening it. Inside was a picture of my family, a message on the back from my dad about how he hopes I never have to use it.

I looked at the picture, seeing the three of us, my mum and dad flanking me at the beach. The picture was a few years old now, from a family holiday when we had rented a villa in Portugal. I was younger then, smiling, my pale skin slightly sunburnt, and my freckles exploding over my face from the sun. I looked at my skinny frame as my t-shirt hung off me, glad I started going to the gym and beefed up a bit since then.

I put the photo on the dashboard and lay back in my seat. My phone battery was low so I couldn’t browse the internet. I had no books or anything else. I had nothing else to do but wait. I wrapped the blanket around me like a cocoon, and lay back, closing my eyes. Hoping to at least get a nap in before the tow truck came.

I was woken about an hour later, the silence of the empty road broken, as I heard the screech of tyres. I jolted awake looking out into the snow sleepily. On the road I could see a red escort spinning out of control, heading off the road. Heading for me.

I panicked, sitting up and reaching for my seatbelt, fumbling, certain it was going to hit. My stomach lurched as I couldn’t quite get it in, before the satisfying click relieved my ears. I braced myself, ready for the collision, watching the bright headlights getting closer and closer.

At the last minute the car swerved, narrowly missing and spinning safely onto the edge of the railing. The car sat there for a few minutes before the door opened, and a tall figure clad in winter wear got out. They headed to the front of the car and check the tyre, before kicking it angrily. I watched fascinated, unsure what I should do and whether to get out and help. I had just started to get warm.  I didn’t know what I could do.

The stranger made the decision for me. They walked over to my car, the heavy footsteps echoing in the silent snow. I felt a bit nervous, all alone here, no one around for miles, this unknown figure approaching my broken-down car.

He reached me and bent down, his face in front of the glass of the passenger door. I had imagined a rough older guy, the kind you might see on the news when there’s a prison break. Instead, the face in front of me was handsome. Jet black hair, sharp jaw, 5 o’ clock shadow lining his face. I gulped and lowered my window.

“Hey, you okay?” I asked, trying to keep my voice even. My eyes were focused on him, but the rest of me couldn’t help but imagine how that stubble might feel to touch, rubbing between my body.

The stranger nodded, “Yeah, something went wrong with the power steering, think Its dead – how about yours?”

“Yeah, dead to,” I shrugged, “it just stopped, engines lights on. I don’t know enough about cars to guess.”

“Shit,” he sighed, “guess we’re stuck here – have you called a tow?”

I nodded, “Yeah, they won’t be here for a couple of hours though. Do you want me to text him and tell him your cars broken down to?”

“Yeah that sounds great, thanks”. He stood their awkwardly for a few minutes, before continuing, the cold from outside seeping into my car through the open window. “Sorry, I don’t mean to be a dick, but do you think I could join you while I wait, my heaters dead as well and I think my balls might freeze stuck in there.”

I hesitated, not sure who this stranger was, before deciding, “Sure, I’ve nothing to do for the next few hours, so better than being stuck alone”

I could see the relief on his face, “Thanks man, I’ll just get my bag.”

He jogged over to his car, opening the door and grabbing a small rucksack from the passenger side while I closed the window. I had a quick survey of my car, grabbing the stuff on the passenger floor and tossing it into the back, just in time for him to get in.

“Fuck it’s cold.” He shivered, taking off his gloves and holding his hands by the heater. “I’m Ryan.” he offered

“Aidan” I responded. I reached for one of the bars of chocolate my dad had left me, “Want some?”  I offered..

He grinned, “Shit yeah,” breaking off a piece of the bar, “I’ve got these to share as well.” pulling out a big bag of Doritos and putting them onto the dashboard.

“The red ones to,” I grinned, “Nice, I’m almost glad you crashed.”

Ryan laughed, “Too soon man, too soon.” As he opened the bag up ad put it onto the dashboard.

We spent the next half an hour talking about our lives. Ryan was 27, about the same age as me, told me he was an accountant trying to his girlfriends for Christmas. I told him how I was just coming back from my parents, and about my video game job.

Ryan was excited by the last bit, “Shit, no way – what games did you work on?”

I blushed, “Well, I’m only a troubleshooter, but I did some work for Larian.”

“That’s so cool – “his phone buzzed, and he reached to get it. “Sorry man, that’s probably my girlfriend. Have you any napkins or anything, got all this Dorito dust on my hand, don’t want to get it on my phone.”

I nodded, “Yeah sure, try the glovebox.” He started opening it before I realised, “Actually, no, no wait –“

It was too late, as a large thud filled the car. I kept a bottle of lube in there as well as some condoms from when my grindr date couldn’t host, both of which dropped out in front of him.

“Sorry – shit.” I scrambled to grab them back, but Ryan just put them back in the glovebox. “Fuck dude,” he laughed, “Lube and condoms in the car, classy move.’ He picked up the condom box before I could get there, shaking it, “Must be good with the ladies as well, it’s almost half empty.”

“Not quite.” I laughed awkwardly, grabbing the box and shutting it away.

“Oh?” he raised an eyebrow.

I blushed, “I’m gay, so no ladies.”

Ryan laughed, “Oh cool man, cool. Guess it’s a lot easier to pick up guys than chicks then anyway”

I nodded, “Yeah, really easy’

“Really, well good for you man, anyway,” he grabbed his phone out of his pocket and opened his phone. The phone flashed bright as a picture of an attractive blonde woman appeared, topless, bar, pressing her boobs together.

“Shit,” he put the phone away, “sorry dude – we’ve been away from each other for a while, and she likes to surprise me.”

“It’s cool man, it’s cool, don’t worry.” I said, smiling at the embarrassed look on his face.

The phone vibrated again in his hand, as he opened it again.

“Shit.” he moaned, his hand absently rubbing his crotch before he caught himself, coughing, and going to put it away. He must have liked what he saw.

“You better answer, or she’ll be upset.” I teased

“Nah man,” he blushed, “she, well she wants a dick pic.”

I shrugged, struggling to hide excitement from my voice, “I’ll look away if you want, don’t leave her blueballed at Christmas.”

“I dunno.” He started.

I covered my eyes and turned away from him, “Mate, a dick pics not the worst thing that’s happened in this car this month – I promise I won’t peek”

He said nothing as I faced away from him. I wasn’t sure if I had pushed it too far, as silence filled the space.

I heard him sigh, then unzip and start to shift his weight. I kept focused on the wall, but the smell of musk and sweaty balls started to fill the car. I started to get hard, feeling ym dick swell in my jeans. I heard the camera snap.

His phone vibrated some more. She must have liked what he sent and had some nudes prepared, as message after message filled his phone.

“Damn,” I could hear him whisper with each one, forgetting I was there. I was hoping he was stroking forgetting about me, picturing it in my mind. The lovely image was disturbed.

Ryan gasped, “Wait, what the fuck!”

I felt the car lurch as he sat up. I could hear the clack of his fingers as he started typing. I sat there awkwardly, as messages were exchanged.

“Fuck” He shouted,” Fuck”. I heard him scramble upright, the snap as underwear was pulled back up.

“You okay,” I said without turning.

“Yeah. No, fuck” he shouted. I turned around, he looked dejected, his face angry, his boxers back up but a definite tent. Ryan turned his phone to me, showing me the screen. His girlfriend was splayed on all fours, being railed by a preppy looking guy. It wasn’t Ryan. She must have sent the wrong photo by mistake.

“Sorry dude” I started.

“Fucking bitch, fuck.” he muttered, putting the phone in his pocket. “Shit,” he shouted hitting the seat, the car shaking. We sat there silently, angry tension filling the car.

Ryan pulled out his phone again, scrolling through the images, not caring I was there. I couldn’t help but peak. There were several, some of her playing with herself, but as scrolled to the bottom I saw several with her and Ryan. I could see his lean form currently hidden by his coat. He was toned with thick dark chest hair on his pecs, and his dick looked a good size to.

 “Why the fuck would you cheat on that?” I thought to myself, him scrolling to another one of him getting a blowjob. He just sat staring at it, gripping his phone tight, his knuckles turning white.

He turned to me, “You take dick don’t you?”

I was taken off guard. “What”

Ryan’s voice was angry. “Do. You. Take Dick?”

I nodded.

He pulled out his, still hard. Still wet.

“You want this?” From his tone I wasn’t sure if it was a question or an order.

I nodded again, mouth dry.

He looked at me, his face angry. “Then flip over.”

“Are you su-?“

He growled “Fucking flip over”

Ryan opened the dashboard, grabbing the lube and condoms, slamming the door shut. I wasn’t sure whether I should be scared or turned on. But I was definetly turned on.

I lowered my seat and began pulling down my trousers, turning, leaving my ass exposed to him. I felt him move to my side of the car, pushing me forward to give himself more room as he angled behind me. The horn beeping as he knocked into the steering wheel. He didn’t even acknowledge it.

I felt his fingers spread my cheeks as his dick hovered near my hole, wet with lube. He started to push it in. There was no foreplay. No romance. This man wanted to use me. I was okay with that

I started moaning as he filled me.

“Shut up.” he growled at me again, taking a few minutes to get his full-length in, pushing me forward. He wasn’t rough entering me, but wasn’t gentle either. Fully in, I felt him adjust his stance behind me before he backed up, and started thrusting.

“Fuck, that feels goo-”, I started moaning as he got into his rhythm

“Don’t talk.” he said. Ryan grabbed the blanket, throwing it over the front half of me so only my ass was exposed, the rest hidden, roughly pushing me down to give himself a better angle.

I began to cover my mouth with my hands as I took him, the only noise in the car his grunts and the slap as he fucked me and my muffled moans. I should have been annoyed. Should have been angry he was treating me like this.

But fuck, it felt good, and each thrust was hitting my prostate just right, my dick twitching along with his rhythm.

He paused half a second, reaching beside him as I felt something hard land on my back, as I heard moans fill the car. I realised it was his phone, he had set it on my back and was playing something.

Ryan started thrusting harder now, angrily slapping into me.

“That’s it’ take my dick slut.”

I thought for a moment it was Ryan saying it, but I realised it wasn’t his voice. He was watching the video his girlfriend had sent him. He was watching someone else fuck her.

Ryan started to grunt angrily, grabbing my hips and pulling me onto him “Fuck, fuck it, fuck it.” I hadn’t been fucked that hard and angrily before. It was right on the edge of what I could take, I thought I might need to get him to stop.

But it felt so fucking good.

My dick was twitching, I was sure if I looked there would be a huge sticky trail leading from it to my car seat. My body felt on the edge. I knew I was going to cum soon.

That’s when Ryan made sure I did. I heard his voice, mimicking the video. “Yeah, you like my dick you little slut.”

I moaned my agreement. My dick unleashed my load onto my car seat and he relentlessly pounded me. Despite my hands I couldn’t hold back my moans, as they overshadowed the video.

“Yeah, that’s it – that’s fucking it, me and my dick made you cum right, right.”

I moaned my agreement.

“Yeah I fucking did, I fucking did, and now my fucking turn.” He started grunting, whatever words he was trying to say lost in the animalistic moment, as he came, thrusting the entire time, gripping me so tight I was sure it would leave marks.  

He pulled out of me, breathing heavy and sat down beside me without saying anything. The car stank of sex and sweat.  I flipped over slowly, sore, almost destroyed, just in time to see him snapping the filled condom off, dropping it into the empty Dorito packet.

Ryan looked at his phone again.

“Fuck, when’s this tow truck getting here?”

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The night had been amazing. I gave a show to my roommate Levi, and later I took in a show at the cinema with friends.

After the night was over, I walked home. It was only a 15-minute walk, but it was exactly what I needed to clear my head. Even out in the cool night air, away from him, my thoughts stayed locked on Levi. Every step I took was filled with flashes of him—his body, the way it moved, the way his lips parted when he wasn’t thinking, the way his muscles tensed with frustration or pleasure. He had taken root in my mind, and I wasn’t in any rush to get him out.

I knew I was obsessed. I didn’t care. This wasn’t just some passing attraction—it was hunger, and I wasn’t going to ignore it. Every little interaction with Levi felt like fuel for the fire, a new thread in the web I was spinning around him. He had no idea how deep he was already in, and I loved that.

How could I push him further? How could I make him crave me the way I craved him? The possibilities swirled in my head as I walked, each more thrilling than the last. I wanted him to fall, not just into lust, but into me. Completely. Undeniably. I wouldn’t stop until he was mine, and with the semester break coming up, I knew I had to act quickly. Time was on my side, but I wasn’t going to waste a second.

When I got home, I realized that the lights had been turned off, so I quietly walked in and closed the door behind me.

“It’s okay, Leo. I’m in the living room watching some reruns.” I noticed right away that his voice was slightly slurred. He had been drinking. Interesting, I thought.

“Is everything okay?” I asked with some concern as I sat across from him. He was wearing some oversized white shorts and a wife beater. Around him were at least six beers and two empty vodka shot bottles.

“Man, I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with Amber,” he said, his tone filled with pain. “I…” He trailed off. “It’s nothing, man. I don’t want to dump my problems on you,” he added, his face suddenly sober.

“Levi, we’re friends. You can tell me anything,” I said, moving closer and putting my hand on his leg.

“It’s just that Amber has lost all interest in me. Like, shit, how?” he said, raising his hands in frustration.

“I mean, look…” He stood up, pulling down his shorts to reveal a red pair of jocks he was wearing. I had to force myself not to stare, but he looked amazing. The V-shape leading down to a well-filled pouch was impossible to ignore . Then, he pulled off his wife beater and sat back down just in his jock. Shit, he was so fucking hot.

I couldn’t help but enjoy the show. The way his muscles rippled as he moved, the tension in his shoulders from frustration, and that hint of vulnerability in his voice—it was all intoxicating. Watching him unravel made it clear that maybe I wouldn’t have to push so hard after all.

“She wants nothing to do with me,” he said, defeated.

“Well, tell me what happened,” I said, rubbing his chest for comfort.

“We were at her place, and she told me she wanted to play. And well… shit, you know I haven’t gotten laid in a while,” he admitted with some embarrassment.

“She sat on my face, and I did what any guy does—I ate her out until she was bouncing on my face, creaming for more,” he said, his jock starting to stir.

“Then she just got up and said she had work early in the morning and we’d have to finish this”—he pointed at his crotch, his pouch straining from his cock—“some other time.”

Well, well, I thought as he kept ranting. Amber is going to be my best ally in turning her boyfriend into my bitch.

His problems with Amber were already wearing him down, and if I played my cards right, he’d be mine sooner than expected. Levi’s frustration was palpable, radiating off him in waves, and I could see it in every tense movement of his body. He wasn’t just venting; he was teetering on the edge, desperate for any kind of release. The way his cock strained against the pouch of his jockstrap wasn’t lost on me either—it was like his body was betraying him, telling a truth he couldn’t.

“Man, I don’t know what to do anymore,” Levi continued, running a hand through his hair in exasperation. “It’s like she’s doing it on purpose, just to fuck with me.”

“You deserve better than that,” I said softly, letting my hand linger on his chest just a second longer than necessary. “You’re a good guy, Levi. Any girl would be lucky to have you.”

He looked at me, his expression softening for a moment before the frustration took over again. “Thanks, man. It’s just… fuck, it’s been too long, you know? I feel like I’m going insane.”

Perfect, I thought. The cracks were already there; I just needed to widen them a little. Levi was ripe for the taking, and I wasn’t going to let this opportunity slip away.

“So, what’s a fucking guy supposed to do?” Levi said, continuing his rant. I was watching his body and thinking… maybe I can have some fun with him tonight. Let’s see.

I walked off to my room and returned moments later, pulling out the Astroglide and getting on my knees between his legs.

He was stunned, and there was some fear in his eyes, but I knew he was ready.

“Levi, let me help you out. Sounds like you might lose your mind,” I said. Without waiting, I pulled on his jock pouch, and his cock slipped right out as he closed his eyes from the sensation.

“Okay, I got you,” I said, making sure to take my time as I lubed my finger. His eyes were glued to my every move, and as it was nice and slick, I smiled at him, my tone leaving no room for hesitation.

“Lift your legs so I can finger-fuck you. You’re gonna cum so hard, you won’t believe it,” I commanded, watching for any sign of resistance. There was a flash of concern, fleeting and insignificant, before he obeyed, lifting his legs and exposing his little pink hole.

“Good boy,” I said, my voice low and steady as I leaned in closer. “Hold your legs up, and don’t worry—I’ll take care of this guy.” I gave his cock a firm squeeze, watching as his body shivered from the sensation.

“Fuuuuck,” he moaned, his frustration and lust melting into submission. There was no asking for permission anymore. I was in control,

There was no doubt Levi was drunk, horny, and frustrated, but I wasn’t about to let this golden opportunity pass me by.

“Here we go,” I said as I slid my finger in. The look on his face—a mix of pain and surrender—was priceless. His cock jumped several times as his hole squeezed and released around my finger. His head tilted back, his lips parting as a soft moan escaped, betraying the tension and pleasure coursing through his body. I could feel his walls tighten, pulsing around my finger, as if his body was trying to pull me deeper.

His legs trembled slightly, still held high as I worked him open, the vulnerability on his face shifting into something more raw and primal. His cock twitched in the air, leaking onto his stomach as the sensations overtook him.

“Yeah, that’s it,” I whispered, watching him bite his lower lip, his eyes fluttering closed. His hips jerked involuntarily, pushing against my hand, desperate for more. I curled my finger inside him, and the gasp that followed was everything I needed to know I had him exactly where I wanted him.

“Good boy,” I murmured, pushing deeper, watching his body react to every movement. Levi’s breathing quickened, his chest rising and falling as he gave in to the rhythm I set. There was no turning back now.

I was in control, and I loved it. My finger slid in and out, moving in slow circles, testing every one of his responses. His cock pulsed in my free hand, twitching with need, while his legs trembled slightly as waves of sensation coursed through his body.

“Shit, Leo,” he muttered, his voice thick with lust, the sound almost a plea as his eyes glazed over. His better judgment was slipping further, drowned out by the raw, undeniable desire overtaking him. Seeing him like this only fueled me, and I started finger-fucking him harder and faster.

“Aaa,” he gasped, followed quickly by a breathless, “Yes.” Poor thing was so sex-starved he was teetering on the edge, and I was more than happy to push him over. His moans grew louder with each thrust, his hips bucking slightly, desperate for more.

I matched the rhythm of my strokes on his cock with the rough, deliberate thrusts of my finger in his ass. His body jerked and quivered, the tension melting away into surrender. “Aaaa, yessss,” he hissed through clenched teeth, his back arching as he gave himself over to the sensations. His legs stayed up, held tightly to his chest—a silent gesture of submission—as the pleasure overtook him. He was loving every second, every touch, every motion that broke down the last of his resistance.

Then, abruptly, I stopped and stood up. He froze, still holding his legs up like a good boy, his breathing heavy and uneven. “What’s wrong, buddy?” he asked, his tone laced with disappointment and need.

“I need to get comfortable,” I said casually, stripping off my clothes piece by piece. I made sure to give him the best angles, my movements deliberate, knowing his eyes were glued to me. When I turned to face him, my thick cock standing straight at attention, his throat bobbed as he swallowed hard. Hesitation flickered in his gaze, but it was quickly overtaken by raw desire. He wanted it—I could see it.

I lay back next to him, spreading my legs in a way that left no room for misinterpretation. “You want to help me out with this?” I asked, a teasing smile tugging at my lips, daring him to make the next move.

To my surprise—and satisfaction—Levi moved quickly, positioning himself between my legs. Without a word, without hesitation, he took me into his mouth. Perfect. He was past judgment, past restraint. He wanted this as much as I did.

“Slurp, slurp,” the wet, lewd sounds filled the room as his lips stretched around my swollen shaft, sliding down with surprising enthusiasm. His mouth was warm and tight, his tongue working against me as he adjusted to my size.

“Mmmm,” he moaned, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through me. I ran my fingers through his hair, savoring every moment. Occasionally, I gripped his hair tightly, pulling him up only to slap my cock against his lips. His mouth stayed open, eager, before he sank back down, swallowing me deeper.

Levi was giving me a fucking amazing blowjob, completely lost in the act. His hands roamed my thighs as though grounding himself, his movements driven by raw hunger. But I wanted more. I wanted him to surrender entirely—to abandon the last threads of judgment and give himself fully to me, to this, to the lust consuming him.

“Let’s get you on your back,” I commanded, repositioning Levi so he was lying flat, his legs spread wide. His compliance was immediate, his body moving without hesitation as I climbed over him, settling into a perfect 69 position. My cock hung just above his face, tantalizingly close but deliberately out of reach. I slid my finger back into his tight hole, savoring the way his body trembled with each movement, his muscles tightening and releasing around me.

“Ahhh, shit, yes,” he moaned, his voice slurred and desperate, dripping with need. I smirked, keeping my cock just out of range, teasing him, letting the anticipation build. His frustration was palpable, and I knew it wouldn’t take long for him to break.

Sure enough, his hand reached up, trembling slightly as he grabbed hold of my cock. His fingers wrapped around its thickness, his touch hesitant at first but quickly firming as desire overtook him. He stared at it, transfixed, as if some invisible force was guiding him, stripping away the last remnants of his resistance. Slowly, deliberately, he brought it to his lips.

“Mmmm,” he groaned, the sound muffled as he took me into his mouth. His tongue swirled around the sensitive head, tasting me, before sliding further down. His initial uncertainty melted away, replaced by a new kind of hunger. He sucked with growing confidence, his lips tight as he bobbed his head, taking me deeper with every movement.

His submission was intoxicating, his desperation to please written in every motion, every moan, every flick of his tongue. Levi was giving in completely, surrendering to the haze of lust consuming him, and I was reveling in every second of it.

“You’re doing so well, Levi,” I murmured, sliding a second finger into his tight hole. His reaction was immediate—a louder moan escaped his lips as his hips lifted slightly off the bed, his body adjusting to the added stretch. He was so responsive, so eager, and it only made me want to push him further.

“Do you like my fingers in your ass?” I teased, thrusting them deeper, curling just enough to hit that perfect spot. His response was muffled, his mouth full of me, but it was clear: “Yes.”

“You like sucking my cock, don’t you? You fucking love it,” I taunted, watching his eyes flutter shut with lust as his body trembled under my touch. Another muffled “Yes” spilled from his stuffed mouth, his body arching as I matched the rhythm of my fingers to the pace of his sucking. He was losing himself, surrendering entirely to the pleasure I was giving him.

Reaching down, I gripped the back of his head, taking control, guiding him to take me deeper. “Let’s see how much you can handle,” I said, my tone dripping with mock authority. I pushed him further, testing his limits as he gagged slightly but kept going, his lips stretched tightly around me.

“Fuck, Levi, you’re so good at this,” I groaned, my voice thick with satisfaction as I watched him work. His cheeks hollowed with every movement, his tongue swirling and teasing me as he tried to please. His cock twitched against my chest, rock hard and leaking, his body betraying just how much he was enjoying every degrading, filthy second.

“Look at you,” I whispered, sliding my fingers even deeper, pressing against that sensitive spot that made him shudder. “You’re such a good boy for me. You can’t get enough, can you?”

His muffled moans grew louder, his hips rocking involuntarily as he gave in a little more to me.

I wanted him to feel like this—embarrassed, used, and completely at my mercy—but I also wanted him to love it, and clearly, he was. The way his body trembled, the flush on his cheeks, the way he refused to pull away—it was all the confirmation I needed.

I roughly pulled out, savoring the sight of his flushed, needy expression, as I kept stroking his cock with my hand. “You want more of my cock, bitch?” I asked, my tone laced with authority. For a moment, I waited, watching him hesitate, but then he muttered, “Yes,” his voice low and dripping with shame.

“Tell me what you want, Levi,” I taunted, bringing my cock back to his lips, teasing him, making him say it aloud. “I want to hear it, Levi.”

There was a pause, his face a mixture of humiliation and lust, before he finally broke. “I want you to face-fuck me, Leo,” he whispered, his voice trembling.

Perfect. The words sent a surge of satisfaction through me. I stood up, grabbing him firmly and placing him on his knees. Without waiting, I shoved my cock into his open mouth, his lips wrapping around me as if it were the most natural thing in the world. He moaned around me, his hand working furiously at his own cock as I began to pound his face with no restraint.

“Yes, YESSSS,” he grunted, his voice muffled, his body shaking as he gave in to being used, completely and utterly.

“Look at me, bitch. I want to see you looking at me as I skull-fuck you,” I ordered, my tone brooking no argument. He obeyed, lifting his gaze to meet mine. His mouth stretched wide around my cock, his chiseled features now flushed a deep red as he battled the mix of emotions crashing over him—pleasure, shame, and the undeniable desire to please me.

I wasn’t about to waste the moment. I gripped his head tightly, taking full control as I began to powerfuck his mouth, my hips slamming into him relentlessly. He choked and gagged but didn’t pull away, his moans vibrating against me as trails of thick saliva dripped from his lips and down his chin, pooling onto the floor.

Levi was jerking himself off, completely lost in his own haze of lust. His body was moving on instinct now, chasing release with no thought to anything else. His eyes pleaded with me to slow, to give him a reprieve, but I only went faster, pushing him to his limits. His eyes widened, tears forming at the edges, but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t stop.

“Fuck, Levi, you look so good sucking my cock,” I growled, holding his head firmly in place as I felt the pressure building. “I’m going to enjoy cumming in your mouth,” I snarled, the words a declaration.

Levi’s expression shifted briefly to concern, but he was too far gone to stop. His body was on autopilot, his glazed eyes locking with mine as his glistening, sweat-soaked body gave in completely to the moment. He wasn’t just being used—he was submitting, and he was loving every degrading second of it.

“I’m getting close, bitch,” I growled, gripping his head tightly as I continued to thrust into his throat. Levi was moaning like a desperate slut, his head jerking slightly in rhythm with the rough strokes of his own hand on his cock. He was completely lost in the haze of lust, his inhibitions shattered.

I couldn’t hold off any longer. “Swallow, BITCH,” I yelled, shoving myself as deep as I could and releasing, my cock pulsing as I shot hot streams of cum down his throat. He gagged slightly, his body tensing, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he adjusted, the muscles in his throat working as he began to slurp and swallow everything I gave him.

His lips stayed sealed around me, his tongue still moving, savoring the taste. The sight of him—tears streaming down his flushed cheeks, a mix of my cum and his saliva dripping from the corners of his mouth—was pure perfection. I held him there for a moment longer, reveling in the complete submission etched across his face.

When I was satisfied, I slowly pulled out. His mouth remained slightly open, his breath coming in ragged gasps, but he didn’t look away. There was a flicker of something—concern, perhaps—but it was drowned out by the way he licked his lips, as though testing and relishing the remnants of my release.

I smiled, victorious. Levi had just crossed a line, one he couldn’t come back from, and he had done it willingly. His hesitation was still there, faint but lingering, but it was overshadowed by the way his body responded, the way he leaned forward slightly, as though he already craved more.

“Good boy,” I said softly, running my thumb across his cheek, smearing the mixture of tears and cum. He flinched slightly at the words but didn’t move away, his breathing heavy and uneven. He wasn’t just accepting this—he was learning to love it

“I’m gonna come,” he yelled, his voice desperate and strained. I moved quickly, flipping him onto all fours, his ass up and face pressed into the floor. To my surprise, Levi didn’t stop jerking himself off for even a second, his hand working furiously as he gave in completely.

“AAAaaaaaa,” he cried out as I shoved two fingers back into his tight hole, my movements rough and deliberate. His back arched, his body trembling as he moaned, “MMMMMMmmmmm.” The next sound that escaped him was almost a squeal, pure and unrestrained, as I fingered his ass deeper and faster, pushing him closer to the edge.

“Yes, Yes, YES,” he moaned, the words spilling out in delight as his ass took my fingers greedily, clenching and releasing around them. “I’m gonna cuuummm,” he cried, his voice breaking as his body shook violently. His muscular ass quivered and contracted with each thrust of my fingers, his moans turning into hisses of pleasure. “Fuck me!” he screamed, his control shattering completely.

I didn’t let up. I pulled my fingers all the way out, letting his body anticipate the next move, before shoving them back into his quivering hole. His entire body spasmed, the sheer intensity of the sensation driving him into convulsions.

“Yes, Fuck, YES, YESSSSSSS,” he yelled, his voice cracking as his body gave in to wave after wave of pleasure. His climax overtook him completely, his cock pulsing as he released everything he had. The combination of liquor, forced abstinence, guilt, and surrender created a high unlike anything he had experienced before. He was breaking apart, and I was the one putting him back together.

When the shivering stopped and his cock finally went limp, I didn’t hesitate. While he was still catching his breath, I set him up, his knees wobbling beneath him, and slid my hard cock back into his mouth.

It wasn’t about my pleasure anymore; I had already climaxed with an intensity that left me satisfied. This was about reinforcing his submission, ensuring he knew his place. As he came down from his high, I guided him, my cock filling his mouth again.

“Do you like getting face-fucked, Levi?” I asked, my tone calm and commanding as I looked down at him.

He paused for a moment, but then he nodded, his eyes locking with mine. He couldn’t hide from it now—he wanted this.

“Good,” I said, a satisfied smile spreading across my face. I kept shoving back into him, watching as he accepted it, as though it was the most natural thing in the world. “Anytime you need some cock, just ask, and I’ll have you getting skull-fucked in no time,” I added, my hand gently rubbing through his hair as if rewarding a good boy.

Levi didn’t flinch, didn’t pull away. Instead, he stayed there, his mouth wrapped around me, his eyes half-lidded with exhaustion and something dangerously close to satisfaction. He was mine now, whether he realized it or not.

I pulled out, leaving him sprawled on the floor, leaning against the couch like a cheap whore who had just been thoroughly used. Without a second glance, I walked into the bathroom and started the shower, my victory already cemented.

I made sure to leave the bathroom door slightly ajar, curious to see what he would do next. For a moment, he stayed still, his chest heaving as he caught his breath. Then, as if on autopilot, he got up, pulled his shorts back on, and grabbed some paper towels. He moved to clean the mess on the floor with robotic precision, his actions methodical, almost dazed. Afterward, he walked to the sink, splashing his face with cold water before retreating to his bedroom and closing the door behind him.

Fifteen minutes later, once I was back in my own room, I turned on the cameras to his room, eager to see how he was processing everything. To my delight, there he was, jerking off again. The long, finger-like anal wand was shoved into his mouth, and he was gargling around it as he stroked himself with unrestrained desperation.

Excellent. I turned off the camera, leaning back with a satisfied smirk. Levi was coming along just fine, breaking down exactly how I wanted.

A few weeks later we were back in Amsterdam, eager to get started on our new adventure. Our first video was called Raw Rent Boy. I’m in the first scene. I’m in a gay club, quite early, so there are no other customers. The cute barman is only wearing a short kilt and sandals. As he hands me my drink, he blows a kiss and holds my hand, guiding me around behind the bar. I drop to my knees and take a big dick out from under the kilt. I lick, suck, and wank him till he cums down my cheek. Just as I come back from behind the bar, the rent boy comes in. He sees the cum on my chin and licks it off. After some negotiation, we left for a hotel room (actually a studio mocked up). Once there we kiss and undress each other. I’m already rock-hard. On the bed, we kiss and fondle, then suck cocks. He turns me onto my tummy and rims me, getting his tongue deep inside my hole. We swap round and I rim him. The director indicates that he wants us to be more verbal. He lays me on my back and lubes me. A camera takes a close-up of his cock sliding into me. He fucks me for about 5 minutes, with me grimacing and saying Fuck Me and Deeper. He pulls out and I straddle him, again with a close shot of him disappearing into me. I bounce up and down, my dick slapping my belly. I get off him, turn round and suck him, then put it back in. I do this several times. Then he puts me on all fours and does me doggy style. Finally, after 20 minutes of being shafted, he cums over my back and rubs it in. He then kneels and I toss over his chest. I hand him a load of Euros.

 Gray is in the next scene. He’s a bored accountant. He phones the rent boy. The rent boy comes to the office. He drops Gray’s trousers, he’s wearing a jockstrap encasing his lovely butt. The rent boy bends Gray over the desk and gives him a few sharp slaps on the arse. He yells, so the rent puts a hanky in his mouth and slaps him again. With Gray helpless, the rent, spreads Gray’s legs and bangs into him. He bangs hard for a while, then lifts Gray onto his back across the desk, puts his legs over his shoulders, and goes for it again. The hanky has come out and Gray is screaming obscenities. The rent climbs onto the desk and bends Gray right over, so his bum is in the air, and fucks him for another 5 minutes, before pulling out and shooting over his hole, then ramming back in. With the rent boy paid, Gray wanks himself and fires several huge jets over the carpet.   

I’m a lover not a fighter.  I ain’t no fuckin’ twinkie, or nuthin’, you understand.  Used to play quarterback as an undergraduate.  Been in more than my share of brawls, but they weren’t my fault.  As I said, I’m a lover.  That’s what got me into trouble.  That and my part time job that’s payin’ my way through grad school.

Okay, so hustling’s not your thing.  Grad work is fucking expensive, man.  And I’m told to make the most of my best assets.  Can’t help being blessed with looks, and working out is a habit I developed in high school.  Besides, it’s pretty good money.

Anyhow, as I said, it’s my job that got me into trouble.  Out trying to make a living one afternoon when this cop hauls me up.  Actually he was a sheriff’s deputy, if that makes any difference.  Pulls his cruiser up to the curb and orders me to get in.  “Shit,” I thought to myself, “my first fucking arrest.”  But as I was thinking that, I also noticed what a hot looking guy this peace officer was.  Mid thirties, dark hair, broad shoulders and fuckin’ arms the size of most men’s thighs.  He had that deep kind of voice, too.  You know, the kind that comes from down in the balls somewhere.

I already told you, I’m not a fighter.  So what could I do.  I got in the passenger side of the cruiser.  I was formulating my story in my head as I settled in the seat, waiting for the interrogation to start.  He doesn’t say a word, just puts the cruiser in gear and takes off.

“What the fuck?  Where’re we going,” I ask, just knowing I’m going to get a tour of the local stationhouse.

That’s when he looks over at me, those dark eyes burning into my forehead.  “Hooking’s against the law, asshole.  Don’t you know that?”

“I wasn’t . . .”

“Don’t try to snow me, man.  I know what you were doing.  You think I’m an idiot?”

Now, there are some questions people ask that they really don’t want you to answer, if you know what I mean.  I kept my mouth shut.  And he got this sneer on his face.  Man, he was a hot fucker.  He turned his eyes back to the road, and I took the opportunity to take a closer look.  He had a tuft of dark chest hair showing at the open collar of his uniform shirt.  His arms bulged as he maneuvered the steering wheel.  I looked down and noticed the narrow waist which was exaggerated by the broadness of his shoulders.  Then I saw it.  The fucker was throwing a rod.  And from what I could tell, it was a fuckin’ BIG rod.

He looked back at me.  “You fucking fairies like sucking dick, huh?  How many times’ve you had a man’s cock up your asshole, boy?  You squeal when you’re getting fucked?”  The sneer widened on his face.

Handsome fuck or not, the jerk was beginning to piss me off.  I was just about to give him my best retort when he pulled quickly into a deserted parking lot and drove to the far corner partially hidden by some trees.  He stopped the cruiser, killing the ignition.  Then he put his right arm over the back of my seat as he turned his massive body to face me.  I couldn’t help but notice that his crotch was bulging almost obscenely.

“You ever suck a cop’s meat before, asshole?”  He brought his left hand down to squeeze at the cylindrical bulge at his groin. 

I swallowed hard.  “No, Sir,” I answered.  It was the truth.

“Ya know,” he began a sneering grin of contempt on his face, “we might just be able to work something out here.”  He continued massaging the monster in his pants, and I noticed a wet spot beginning to form on the fabric.

I got the feeling this wasn’t the first time he had done this.  He was smooth.  Knew what he was doing.  “What’d you have in mind, Sir?” I asked innocently.  Maybe I read too many porno novels.  I fuckin’ KNEW what he had in mind.  Hey, grocers give cops apples, the doughnut shops give ‘em free coffee.  So I give him a sample of my wares.  Isn’t that worth avoiding a record?

The smile faded from his face and his eyes became hard as he stared into mine.  I tried to maintain the look, but the guy was a pro.  I blinked.  Somehow his voice got even deeper, “Take it out,”  was all he said.  The hand that was resting on my seat came up to the back of my head and pulled, slowly but firmly.

He removed his left hand from his crotch and rested the arm on the open widow of the cardoor as I reached over to open the fly of his uniform trousers.  I couldn’t quite get to the zipper with the utility belt covering it, so I unbuckled the heavy woven leather.  His eyes continued to burn into my head as he watched me, his body tensed, but he didn’t say a word.  I unbuckled the uniform belt and opened the top of his fly.  My heart was pounding in my chest.  He may be an asshole, but he was a fuckin’ HOT asshole.  And I wanted to see just what he was packing in those pants.

I pulled the zipper down and was surprised to find the deputy without any underwear.  The base of his thick cock was visible at the vee of the fly, the remainder of it stuffed down along his thigh.  I swallowed again and glanced up at his face.  The sneer was back on his lips.  The fucker knew he was hung and probably got off on showing it around.  I returned my attention to my work and gripped the root in my fist.  It took some maneuvering with him squirming his hips in the confines of the driver’s seat, but I finally extricated the monster.  My heart skipped a beat as I saw that he was uncut.  What can I say, I’ve got a thing for foreskin.  Maybe because I was robbed of mine at birth, who knows.  The head was completely shrouded, even though he was almost completely hard, and clear, slimy precum oozed from the opening.  I reached back into the trousers to bring out the egg sized balls and noticed something else about our lawman.  He shaves his nuts.  This was one hot fucker.  I got a momentary mental picture of him sitting with his legs spread as he concentrated on gliding the razor over his nutsack. 

My reverie was broken as his hand pulled my head down toward his cock.  It wasn’t difficult.  I wanted to taste that fucker.  I stuck out my tongue and licked at the precum oozing out of the foreskin, then slid it under the skin and licked around the head, harvesting all the manjuice collected there.  He threw his head back and sucked in a deep breath.  Guess I hit a nerve.  With my right hand, I fondled and caressed those shaved copnuts, and I could tell he enjoyed it by the way his dick throbbed, expressing more precum.

I bit down gently on the foreskin, pulling it over the cockhead and chewing on it.  Fuck, the guy had a hell of an overhang.  Another time, another place, as they say.

After a few minutes of chowing down on that silky skin, I moved my lips back over the bulbous head and took him into my mouth.  His fucker must have been nine inches easy, and there was no way I could take it all in, but I gave it a hell of a shot.  I slid my mouth back up the shaft keeping the head in my lips before taking him back into my throat again.

My left hand ran through the thick, curly pubic hair then followed the line of fur up onto his rock hard, rippled abdomen.  I stuck my finger in his navel, probing and exploring it’s hairy depth. 

With his copnuts in my right hand, I extended the middle finger into the groove toward his asshole, and he lifted his butt slightly to allow me access.  I grinned to myself.  The fucker was getting off on this.  Guess I’m pretty good.

The finger poked at his hairy hole and slowly, insistently pushed it’s way inside.  A long, low, deep groan escaped his throat, and I glanced up to see his head thrown back, his eyes closed.  Yeah, I had him good.

My left hand continued its trek up his abdomen into the mat of fur on his hard muscled chest.  It reminded me of the moss covered boulders I used to play on as a kid: the soft vegetation carpeting the hard granite below.  I slid my hand over to his left nipple and pinched.  Man, that did it!  His cock jumped in my mouth.  So he likes having his tits worked, huh?  You can find out a lot about a man when you give him a blow job.  I continued sucking on that nightstick of his as I twisted each nipple between my fingers.

He may have been the arresting officer, but I was the one in control.  I removed my lips from his throbbing, massive shaft.  He opened his eyes and brought his head down to look at me, a questioning look on his face.

“Feel good, officer?”  I asked.  Now it was my turn to have a slight sneer on my face.  His breathing was deep and rapid, and I knew I had him.

“You fucking know your job, I’ll give you that, asshole.”

“You want it to feel even better, Sir?”  I smiled as innocently as I could muster.

“How’s that?”  I could tell I piqued his interest.

“You ever wear a cockring, Officer?”

A questioning look came over his handsome face.  “Uh, . . . no,” he replied.   Yeah, I had him now.

I pretended a pensive look.  “Well, you’re way too fuckin’ big for the cock ring I got in my pocket.  But I have an idea.”  He tilted his head in way of a question.

I grinned inwardly.  Man this was almost too easy.  “Let me have your handcuffs, Sir.  You’re going to like this, I swear.”

Now, when you’ve had a man’s finger up your ass and your cock in his mouth, there’s a certain kind of bond that develops, a sort of trust, I reckon.  Or maybe his cock just took over from his brain.  At any rate, he took the cuffs from their utility pouch and slowly handed them to me.

I placed one of the cuffs around my left wrist and clicked it shut.  “Yeah, gets nice and tight.  This should do.”  I grinned at him.  “Let me have the key.”  I almost laughed out loud when he handed over the key without a second thought.

I unlocked the cuff from my wrist, then as he watched with slightly glazed eyes, I closed it around his cock and balls.  A fresh glob of precum oozed from the cockhead peeking out of the foreskin.  I clicked the cuff tightly and we both watched as the copmeat darkened and swelled.  The head pushed further out of its shroud of foreskin as the entire shaft throbbed with his heartbeat.  His balls stretched at the shaved nutsack, making it shine.

I bent my head to lick at the cockhead, then ran my tongue back under the foreskin, licking and caressing.  I let the head enter my mouth as I gently sucked, continuing the ministrations with my tongue.  I slid my mouth down onto the shaft, then back up, and took the foreskin in my teeth, biting down, chewing.  The cop threw his head back again, closing his eyes as an ecstatic moan boiled up from his titan chest.

I took his horsecock back into my throat and sucked as he laid his head on the back of the seat, his face to the roof of the cruiser, his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling with each deep breath.

His breathing became shallow and rapid, and I could tell he was about to shoot his load.  That’s when I simultaneously took my mouth from his cock and locked the other cuff around the steering wheel.

He opened his eyes and his head came up, momentarily disoriented by the lust clouding his brain.  “What . . .?”

I opened the passenger side car door and stepped out.  Then, leaning back into the cruiser with my right hand on the roof, I held out the key to the cuffs in my left hand.  “Oh, don’t worry, Officer.  I’ll return this to the police station where it belongs.  I’m no thief.”

Fiery anger flashed in the cop’s eyes.  “You fucking sunovabitch!” he screamed.  He tried to reach for the key in my hand but the cuff around his manhood held him back.  He let out a yell as his balls were pulled painfully from his crotch before he settled back into the driver’s seat.  You know what they say, if looks could kill I’d be a mass of jelly on the parking lot asphalt.

I stepped back from the cruiser as he ranted futilely, his cock and balls held tight in the circling cuff.  “Just hang tight, Officer,” I couldn’t help grinning at his look of frustration, anger and surprise, “I’ll go get help.”

His curses became more and more muted as I walked across the large, empty parking lot to the pay phone on the corner, inserted my quarter and pushed the buttons.

I grinned broadly, shaking my head as I heard the voice on the other end of the line, “This is 911.  What is your emergency?”

Call 911.  Make a cop cum.  I began to laugh.

I met an older man at a fetish bar in South Florida recently. He was 69, 5’10”, 180, 36” waist, average build, full grey beard, blue eyes,and was wearing a black t-shirt that read “Daddy” and under it was an image of a clenched fist. He was wearing jeans and black leather boots. Just my type of man.

The t-shirt captured my attention immediately so I saddled up next to him and ordered a drink and engaged in small talk initially. As I drank a second cocktail, I brought up the subject of his shirt and we began to talk about our mutual interest…fisting.

I relayed my story of how I started to get into this activity a little later than most and how I’d always enjoyed big things up my ass, had bought increasingly larger toys and one day decided I was going to take the leap and actually take a fist. Now here I am four years later, taking full-on punches, swallowing forearms, and taking doubles.

My new friend, Charlie, told me how he had moved to South Florida from New York City, and how he got into the leather scene in his early twenties and was frequenting Mineshaft back then and that’s how it all began for him. He went on to say he hung with a crowd of men who enjoyed party drugs and fisting and how now even approaching seventy, he is still engaged in the scene, still partying, and how he’s made some of the best friends, also fellow fisters.

I always enjoy hearing stories of older men from the past, wishing I was alive back then to experience those wild days. Before technology evolved to the point where it is today. It just seemed like a more freeing experience, nobody was obsessed with their online personas.

As we both got well into our third round of cocktails, and into our second hour of chatting, Charlie had slipped his hand into my shorts. I didn’t stop him. His fingers gradually moved lower and lower until a finger found my hole. Charlie wiggled it over my hole, rubbed it, did everything but penetrate it.

It felt nice. Charlie then asked me, “Can I kiss you?”

I didn’t answer him verbally, I leaned my head towards his and I melted when our mouths connected and his thick, coarse beard whiskers scratched against my smooth shaven face.  The heat was building, there definitely was an attraction between us.

“You want to take this back to my place? I don’t live that far from here, and I do have a sling in my bedroom that I think you will enjoy.”

“That sounds fun, sure.”

I didn’t expect Charlie to pay for my drinks, but he did, then he took me by the hand and we left the bar and walked a few blocks and around the corner to his house. Looking back, I’m glad we didn’t have to drive because there was no doubt we were both a bit elevated from the alcohol.

As soon as Charlie put the key in the door to unlock it, and we were behind his closed door, he once again leaned in to make out with me. There would be no hiding the burn on my face from his beard scratching it, but I didn’t care at that moment. Charlie was very sensual, using his tongue expertly to explore my mouth. He kissed down my chin and my neck. I had goosebumps all over my body from how he was making me feel.

Charlie grabbed me by the hand again and said, “come with me, let’s go to my bedroom.”

We walked past the living room and kitchen, down a corridor. Walked by a full-bath, an office, and a second bedroom before hitting the master suite. It was a large room with a king sized bed, the sling a few feet parallel to it, a mirror on the ceiling over both, a large dresser drawer with a mirror so it faced the bed, and a couple of sitting chairs. Not too far from the bed was a black chest. There was another door to another full-bath.

Charlie kissed me standing up and stopped only to remove my t-shirt. Then he began to kiss down my neck and those goosebumps returned. Charlie then used the very tip of his tongue to swipe my left nipple and I let out a moan of pleasure since they are so sensitive. When Charlie caught my reaction, he took my nipple into his mouth and began to lightly suck on it, then he bit down on it and used his tongue. I grabbed onto his full head of hair and groaned. Then Charlie licked the smooth skin of my breastbone and latched onto my right nipple for a repeat performance. My nipples were both hard as eraser heads.

“You need to freshen up?”, Charlie asked. I have a hose in the shower if you need it.

“Probably should, yes, thanks.”

Charlie went to get me a clean towel and showed me how to work his shower and left me to take care of business. I wasn’t too bad as I’d already cleaned out earlier that day but always a good idea to check before starting a play session.

When I returned, Charlie was completely naked on his bed. I was naked, my Viper trapping my junk.

“No way, you’re caged? That’s hot. How long you been wearing that thing?”

“Almost a year now, Jan 15th.”

“Who’s got your key?”

“One of my fuck buddies. I only get 20 minutes every week to clean it”

“I’ve seen guys with cages more and more these days. I don’t know if that’s for me, but if it turns you on I’m all for it. No judgement.”

Charlie had me lay next to him and then he climbed on top of me and we resumed kissing, which was fine with me. A lot of fisters I’ve played with are not so much into that, it’s more about getting their hands up my ass than anything else.

“Hey, I have T if you want a bump. Or not, it’s up to you.”

“Sure, I didn’t bring any poppers so probably a good idea.”

“Oh, I’ve got some, too. I just picked a new bottle of Pig the other day. Never opened it.”

Charlie came back to the bed with a few things in his hands. He placed the unwrapped brown bottle in my hand, then he was busy prepping the bump on his nightstand. He had a little clear baggy of white crystals and took a small demitasse spoon and dipped it into the baggy, filling it only about a third and emptying it into a small shot glass of water that had just a splash of water in it.

“Let’s let that cook for a bit.” Charlie once again leaned in and we French kissed and he tweaked my nipples keeping me in the mood.

After about 10 minutes, Charlie had me lay on my stomach. He went to grab a tub of fisting grease from his chest and put some on his finger and pushed it into my asshole. A few moments later, the medicine dropper was pushed inside and Charlie pressed down hard and I felt a tingle inside me. Charlie did the same a second time, making sure he’d captured all of the water from the shot glass.

As we waited for the chemicals to work their wonders Charlie kissed and caressed my back admiring my tattoo and said I had a nice toned and fit body, and then it turned to how he couldn’t wait to get his hands into my hungry ass. As the chemicals worked through me, I felt myself becoming more detached from the present and my body felt lighter. I was lost any sense of time.

Charlie said, “oh I think you are ready now, let’s get you into the sling.”

Charlie helped me stand and take those few steps toward the sling. He placed a pillow down for my head and I laid back, Charlie placed my ankles into the stirrups. I had the closed bottle of poppers in my hand.

By this point my hole was throbbing. My face must have been just as intent and lecherous as his was as I took a whiff of the poppers and floated further and further away, and my hole became the center of my universe.

Charlie began to load up my hole with lots of fisting grease, even inserting a large syringe up my ass to coat it. Charlie ran his finger against my hole, tracing it up and down the slit obviously wet with lube. Charlie was teasing me badly, making me want it, asking me to beg him for it. I was moaning softly, enjoying his simple touch.

“You ready for me to open it up?” he asked, prolonging his entry even more.

“Fuck yeah I am,” I growled, slipping one of his fingers into my hole.  My ass swallowed it effortlessly, the warm cavern hugging them tightly as Charlie started to probe.

“More,”, I begged. “More please!”

Charlie withdrew and poised two fingers at my entrance, gently rubbing them up and down my lips before slowly pressing them inside. They slid in like they were nothing, my insides instantly parting open even more thanks to my good friend Tina. I took another hit off the brown bottle.

“God, you feel so good already,” he murmured, glancing back at me. Charlie’s expression was even more desirous, greedy, and I was yearning for him to keep pushing more inside me.

“Want to feel even better?” He asked as he slipped his fingers out, quickly shoving three back into my ass.

I moaned sensually as he worked them in and out, my hole loosening, magically growing more spacious as he filled it even more. “More, I begged again.

“Yeah?” Charlie drew his fingers back just short of pulling out, positioning his pinkie underneath them, and sank all four digits into my warm, wet, slackening hole. I groaned as Charlie explored inside me starting to thrust the top half of his hand into my butt more vigorously. I sniffed a third time knowing I’d soon be feeling the glory of his full hand inside me.

“Give me more,” I pleaded, my voice suddenly more lustful and desperate feeling the rush of a hit of poppers washing over me.

Fuck yeah,” Charlie hissed as he pulled back again, his thumb joined his other fingers to form a duck bill shape, and he pressed into my hole, all five of his digits sinking inside past the knuckles and down to his wrist. He worked my ass slowly, stopping just short of withdrawing before he buried his hand once again. It truly was magical as his hand glided effortlessly inside my inner sanctum.

Charlie looked back at me, determination all over his face. “You  ready for more, pig?” Charlie asked.

“Fuck yeah,” I murmured, a satisfied smirk sweeping across my face.

Charlie drew his fingers out of my  ass, my hairless hole slightly gaping open. The moment of truth had arrived. Charlie showed me his closed fist, he coated it up, and then he pushed inside and my pussy swallowed it up easily. Being covered with the incredible fisting cream made the penetration even easier, his closed fist freely gliding in and out of my warm hole.

I took a deep breath, taking two huge sniffs of poppers, clasped my hands behind my head and barked, “Do it, I’m ready. Punch my pussy out!”

Charlie pulled back his fist again and pushed harder inside, half way up his forearm.  Then he pulled back again, our eyes locked on one another as I watched him building up steam, moving his forearm harder and faster, the sling swinging to assist with our rhythm.

“Punch it out!” I begged. “Beat my pussy up!”

Charlie began to punch harder, popping his fist in and out of my hole like a badass, growling as he gave me the punch out I needed.

I was gasping, watching Charlie destroy my cunt in the mirror above the sling.

Charlie kept his hand buried in my silky insides after the initial beat down. I noticed a pearl of cum dripping outside of the cage and I ate it.

Charlie began rolling his arm around inside me, twisting my innards and I was on a literal Cloud 9, cooing, “ohhh yes, ooohhh that feels so good, Charlie kept twisting his forearm around as I whimpered, my hole steadily opening up even more, like it was greedily demanding to be filled up. Charlie pushed deeper into me feeling my walls part to make way, his wrist slipping even further into my ass. Probing with his fingers when there was nowhere left to go, rubbing my insides, Charlie said “ I can feel your heart beating, pig. So hot!”

“Oh my god!” I grunted, his face peering back again. “Hold it there! Oh my god, just rest it for a minute.”He was centimeters from his elbow, I hadn’t noticed until he was up inside me, but easily one of the thickest forearms my pussy had swallowed.

My eyes were full of hunger. Charlie was playing inside me like a master conductor. He brought me to a place of desperation. I was completely determined to take more.

“You like it, pig?”, Charlie asked.

“Fuck yes!” I answered emphatically. “Punch it out again, give it to me harder!, I instructed, as I sniffed  the poppers again, moaning softly as I capped the bottle.

This time Charlie pulled his forearm out and greased both his hands. My hole gaped open, leaving it in despair. My ass lips stretched wide around his right fist (the other hand), pushing back inside and burying it  as far as he’d ventured before. Then he pulled it out, and pushed the left one back. He repeated the action a few times, hearing my moans of pleasure mounting, building, transforming into full lust.

“Harder! Faster!,” I breathlessly begged as Charlie began punching my lights out one fist after the other, increasing his pace, letting more and more of his hands slip out before he forcefully thrusted them back inside my ass, I heard myself moaning ecstatically.

“Fuck!” I groaned. “Use that fucking cunt! Fuck my piggy pussy!”

“Yeah?”

“You’re going…to make it so…loose and sloppy,” I struggled to say as he continued gut punching me.

Then Charlie used his bigger, right fist, and jackhammered my hole into oblivion. I was squealing like a pig, my voice hitting a soprano note and the ecstasy swam inside my body.

Charlie slapped one of the globes of my perky ass hard with his free hand, the other buried beyond the wrist inside me and I yelped.

“I’m going to use that pig cunt tonight!”

“Yes, sir!” I whimpered. “It’s your cunt now. You’re going to fucking use me up. You’re going to punch that pussy until I can’t take it anymore.”

“Fuck yeah I am,” he grunted, starting to slide in and out of my ass again.

“Give me your other hand! Give me more.”, I  pleaded, sniffing the poppers again.

Charlie began prying fingers from his left hand on top of his closed fist, moving them back and forth and then twisting his hand and fist, opening me up wider. I sniffed again and again, and was by this time ready for him to just do it already.

“Yeah, come on, open my cunt up!”, I barked. I raised my hands over my head again and watched Charlie expertly slide his thumb inside and I felt my hole “pop” when his other fist had entered.

Charlie let it sit there and asked if I was ok.

“Fuck yeah, I’m great. Fucking fantastic, Sir!”

I looked right at Charlie with a ravenous, insatiable desire in my eyes again. “Punch it,” I demanded. “Fucking punch it. All the way in, all the way out. Punch my fucking hole, with both your fists!”

Charlie pulled out of me, strings of the thick lube dripping off his hands, my hole gaping wide, pussy lips fluttering.

Charlie took another syringe of lube and filled my ass up, then coated both of his hands again. He instantly plunged his right hand back into my ass, the whole thing easily sinking all the way inside me. Then he pried his fingers inside again from the other hand, this time they went in easier. There was a cloth on the side table next to the sling. I reached for it and poured a small amount of amyl on it and brought it to my nose. In seconds, my head was completely spinning and my hole opened up even more. I moved my hips downward and opened my thighs wider trying to raise my hole up higher to give Charlie even more access.

Charlie began to move both his fists back and forth, taking them back a little further each time, more force with each downstroke.

“Yeah!” I  grunted. “Just like that! Punch me! Punch that fucking pussy!”

It was an out of this world experience, truly.  I was hyperventilating after a few minutes of hard and intense double fisting punches. Charlie withdrew his hands all the way out of my hole. The rag was still wet from poppers so I sniffed on it a second time. This time Charlie’s double encountered no resistance at all as they were easily buried again. Sweat was dripping down his forehead as he worked into a rhythm, effortlessly thrusting in and out, my hole loudly squelching as I blissfully moaned.

“Oh my god!” I shouted. “Fuck yeah! Fucking punch it! Destroy my cunt with your fists!” It was like my hole was infinitely hungry.

I looked back at Charlie, the pleasure obvious on my face. Charlie held his fists inside me and leaned forward so that our lips could unite. I wrapped my arms around his back trying to convey my feelings and emotions in that kiss. I felt my heart beating fast. The sparks flying everywhere as he shoved his tongue into my mouth. Charlie started slow punching my hole again, stopping short of withdrawing all the way, I moaned into Charlie’s mouth as our tongues passionately thrusted together. It was like Charlie was trying to bury his tongue as deep inside my mouth as he was in hmy ass right now. He pulled away after a minute of the most intimate making out I’d ever experienced.

I held up the poppers bottle and asked Charlie, “ You want some?” Still lustful, still wanting more.

“Yeah, sure,” he answered.

I unscrewed the cap and held the bottle up to his nose, my thumb pressing down on one of his nostrils. I let go after a few seconds and switched sides as he sniffed again. I pulled  the bottle back from his face and took some in myself.

Charlie looked hungrier than he had all night to tear up my ass as he let the poppers kick in and wash over him. Charlie pulled his fists all the way out of my ass and quickly shoved them back inside, I was even looser than ever after the kiss.

“Harder!” I begged, my head falling into the pillow. “Punch that fucking pussy out!”

As Charlie felt the intense rush of the poppers, fisting my ass was hotter than it had been all night, and Charlie was relentless, forcefully pistoning his whole hands in and out of my butt. My moans grew more and more ecstatic until i was almost screaming, and then I experienced a full body assgasm that left my head spinning and dizzy.

I grunted, and I could see above me, the glistening, perfectly arranged red petals of my rosebud bloom when Charlie pulled his fists out. Then suddenly, violent gushes of piss splashed out of my cage and onto my chest and stomach, spilling into the pad below me. “Oh my god!” I yelled.

“Holy shit,” Charlie mumbled, “that was wild! Hadn’t double punched anyone that hard in years, what a fucking pig!  Look at that cunt bloom!”

Charlie glanced down at me, obviously still in heat. “How are you doing?” he asked.

“Fucking amazing!” I answered.

I noticed Charlie wanking his cock with one of his lube covered hands.

Charlie smiled proudly and I saw the determination to please me take over again. “Yeah? Want me make it even bigger. Put my dick in between my fists up your ass?”

I smirked at him, pushing four of my own fingers back into my ass, “yes, make my pig cunt even bigger. You know what it needs, Sir!

Believe it or not, Charlie left me in the sling for a few minutes with a large dildo up my ass to keep it open.

“I’ll be back, going to get something to drink and bring you another special treat.”

15 or so minutes later, Charlie pushed the little medicine dropper into my hole and pushed his wrist deep inside me. He was probably half forearm deep when I felt the familiar tingle again and then he pulled it out.

“This way you won’t leak it out”, Charlie said.

Charlie sat on one of his chairs drinking Powerade. He definitely needed to hydrate as he was very sweaty and probably I was testing his stamina for a sixty nine year old.

When Charlie was convinced I’d had enough time to marinate, he put the empty Powerade down and walked back over to me. I was now burning inside like an inferno, starving for more.

I wiggled my ass, “ I need more,” he said desperately. “Punch that pussy out. Stretch it fucking open!

Charlie injected more lube in my ass and coated his fists and his cock. I watched him hold his fists side by side and he sank them into my silky insides, my ass taking them to the wrist like it was nothing. I was wide open and Charlie knew I was ready for an even bigger challenge. Charlie’s seven and half and thick dick was hard and pointing upward. He stood close to the sling and I felt his fists move wider inside me as he slid his boner between them.

“Fuck me!”, I begged. “Fuck that pussy out! Give me that big dick!”

Charlie held nothing back, mercilessly fucking my hole with his closed fists buried inside me. I moaned wildly. The sling began rocking again as he pistoned his cock in and out of my already wide open tunnel.

“Fuck yeah, man. Your pussy is so incredible.”, Charlie crooned.

A cacophony of incoherent sounds poured out of my mouth. I’d not ever done this before, two fists AND a cock at the same time. This was new territory.

Charlie held his fists and his cock inside me and once again leaned in for a kiss. I slobbered all over his face and mouth I was so high I was not in control of anything. Then our faces parted and he began hammering into me again with his cock, and slowly punching me with only one fist.

It felt incredible as I transcended from the earth, riding this special high with my new best fisting friend Charlie who knew how to make my body sing.

He leaned in again, pushing his face to mine so that we could kiss again. Our tongues were pressing together so fervently we made the first round of kissing look like an innocent peck on the lips. We devoured each other like we were both living in the most satisfying moment either of us had ever experienced, exchanging pure, unbridled lust.

Charlie broke the kiss, panting as he held the poppers up to me, his eyes asking if I wanted to sniff again. I nodded and he held the bottle up to my nose, his thumb pressing my nostril down. He kept the poppers there long before he switched sides, eagerly looking into my eyes before he returned to his original position, standing upward, but he pulled out his cock and began to steadily double punch my ass again, really working my ass over. I felt the horny euphoria taking my mind over.

“Punch my fucking pussy,” i pleaded again, my voice desperate after a huge hit of poppers. “Fucking destroy my cunt. Use me up.”

Charlie yanked his fist out of my ass, instantly thrusting them back into my wide gape, everything else in the world totally irrelevant as the rush consumed me. I was literally screaming again as I violently punched my hole a couple dozen times.

I had another full body assgasm, my balls once again spewing like lava over the cage.

Charlie shoved his dick right back inside me between his fists and this time he didn’t stop until he roared and buried his seed deep inside my worked over hole.

When Charlie pulled out, I felt a trickle of wetness gush out, and fall down my taint and a loud spurt of air escaped from my hole.

My rosebud emerged again, even fuller than the first time, huge streams of piss shooting out of my dick and pouring down all over me and the pads below me.

“You’re fucking incredible,” Charlie exclaimed.  I felt my hole quiver. I reached down and felt my slit feeling puffy and battered.

“No, you’re fucking incredible,” I said back”, barely able to get the words out.

“Don’t stop,” I begged.

“I’m so fucking hungry for more. Keep punching that pussy.”

Charlie pulled his cock and fists out, coated both for another round spreading it up to his elbows.

Within seconds I felt my hole fill with his right fist and it was pushed far down to the fattest part of his forearm. Charlie pulled it out and gave me the other one, repeating the same depth. I can see him sweating profusely as he began to saw his forearms inside me, one after the other, deep battering my insides, eventually holding the chain of the sling in one hand will sawing his other forearm harder and faster. I was crying out like swine, “give it to me, oh fuck, please! Oh fuck, ruin my pig cunt!”

“Oh fuck,” he mumbled, now breathless. “I think I need a long break before we can do more., I’m not as young as I used to be.

Charlie helped me out of the sling after a few minutes and I laid next to him on the bed. Having had another dose of T in me, I needed to have something inside me.”

Is it cool I ride your foot for a bit?”

“Hell yeah, knock yourself out.”

I coated Charlie’s left foot with lube and sunk my hole down on it, taking in all his toes. I was very, very open.

Charlie and I adjusted our positions so now he was able to kick his foot lightly inside of me, feeding me even more of his foot. I poppered up as my ass gobbled up more of his size 11 foot, and we worked out an angle where I was able to even take his heel, essentially my pig cunt had his entire foot inside me.

I began to ride up and down, doing all the work now, while Charlie rested his hands behind his head and watched me unabashedly swine out on his foot.

I saw that glint in Charlie’s eyes again sensing he’d be ready to tap back in again.

“Bring over the lube, you can sit on my fist.”

I coated his larger fist, naturally, and the poppers and faced Charlie as I sank my loose sloppy cunt over his fist.  I began to fuck myself harder and harder and somehow we ended up with me on all 4’s and him kneeling behind me, giving me straight arm punches up to his elbow. I had been inhaling the brown bottle again and felt glorious.

Charlie managed to pry his second hand inside me once more and blew my hole out unceremoniously. I experienced a third mind-blowing assgam and pissed a third time this time onto the rubber sheet.

For a second I felt like he was just being polite, but I’d seen all the evidence showing how much he’d enjoyed himself. I’d  pushed out the biggest rosebud he’d ever seen.

I sensed we were done at this point.

“Did you enjoy yourself?”

“I fucking loved it,” I said resolutely, one of my hands tracing over his.

“You’re insatiable.  I wish every bottom I’d met up with could take it like you just did. That was unbelievable!”

Charlie pulled my hand back into his chest, and I said. “Well, now you finally know a bottom who can handle all you got and more, haha”.

“Yeah,” he whispered. The urge to kiss him overwhelmed me as I pressed my lips on his.

I knew it was time to leave Charlie.

We said our good-byes as I dressed and called an Uber.

I knew my evening was far from over. I was still high and wanted more fists in my hole.

The day after our meet up I couldn’t get him off my mind. I kept replaying the whole scenario around in my head. Every time I thought about it I got instantly hard. I couldn’t believe how things had turned out how the tables had turned.

I started off as the dom, he was willing to do whatever I wanted. He even pissed on himself and walked to my house covered in piss. Yet. I couldn’t dominate him. Not only could I not dominate him but I ended up being the one on my knees sucking his dick.

I tried to resist texting him. I didn’t want to give away anymore ground in our battle for power. Maybe I could dominate him if we met again. But I knew I wanted to be dominated by him. I swallowed what little pride I had left and text him and waited for his response.

Hours passed and all I could think of was submitting to him. I wished he had locked me up before leaving. I wanted to be his sub, to submit to him. To see how good a dom he could be.  I fell asleep horny checking my phone every 5 minutes.

The next morning, I went onto Grindr and looked at his profile. He was online only an hour ago. I guess he was ignoring me. I had to accept it, what little choice did I have. I was long past thinking I had and power over him. Then a text came through.

You visited my profile. What do you want.

No hello or how are you. My dick instantly became hard at being spoken to in such a manner. I knew I had to be honest and I told him I couldn’t get the evening off my mind. I expected him to block me or just ignore me but he didn’t.

He said he thinks he is a dom now and has thought about the evening too. Probably not as much as me. He wanted to broaden his horizons and couldn’t believe he ever though he could submit to me. That I was pathetic. This also made me hard.

In that moment all I knew is I wanted to submit to him. I wanted to be on my knees following his orders again. I confessed I wish he locked me up before leave. He replied that he thought about it and that maybe he should have.

You still can. You can have me locked up right now.   

He seemed confused by my statement. He said he didn’t have time to meet. I told him that I can lock up with the combo lock and turn the dials without looking at the code and send a picture. He asked me more about how it worked and then made his decision.

Ok, lock up, I will see how much I like being a dom, we will start with a trial period. I will probably release you in a week’s time.

 I wanted longer but a week would do. I got my cage from my bag of toys and got prepared to put it on. I wasn’t really thinking with my brain just with my dick. I put the cage on and sent him the picture. I asked if the picture was clear.

Yes, lock my dick up.  

I closed the lock and spun the wheels of the combo lock. I looked at the screen on snapchat and realised that I had now no way to take the cage off with his agreement. My dick started to grow in the cage. I felt excited and nervous all at the same time.

 We chatted some more about how things were going to work but it was starting to get late. My new master said goodnight and that he was going to come. He was rubbing it in that I was caged and he was free. I went to bed for the second night in a row completely horny.

The next day I was in the office. The busy day made the time go quickly and I didn’t think much of the situation I had gotten myself in to. I arrived home and cooked. It was Friday night and I was looking forward to a night in front of the TV when my phone buzzed.

Time for a little revenge for everything you said you would make me do if you were my Master.

Any of thoughts of relaxing was immediately gone. I tried to remember all the stuff I had said I was going to make him do. It was a lot. I was slightly worried about some of the ideas I came up with. I just hoped he would forget them.

The thing you were most persistent about your doing first. I want you to shave everything from the neck down. I don’t want to see a hair on your body.

I have shaved my body before. It’s something I like to see in others but not on my won body. I like my body hair and at this point I Had a full bush of public hair. My electric needed charging and I explained this to my new master.

Charge it and get it done and text me when it’s all gone.

I said yes sir but he did not respond. It was clear until I sent him a picture of my shaved body he would not respond. I waited impatiently for my charger to be ready to use. I wanted to come so badly but knew it wasn’t an option so I sat and wated for the red light to turn green.

I let out a long sigh as I realised, I would be watching my hair fall to the ground very soon. I went to the bathroom, stripped naked and brought the razor to my legs. I forgot how long it took but an hour later all the hair on my body was gone. I took a picture and sent it my Master.  

Good, stay naked put on a collar and find a ribbon. Tie the ribbon tight to your balls and connected it to your collar. Then walk around naked.

The shy former sub was starting to grow into his role. I knew this as going to hurt but I didn’t want to disappoint him. I fished out my collar and attached it around my neck. I then went in search of a ribbon barely even noticing I was walking around naked.

The ribbon I found was short and there was very little slack between my collar and tied balls. This is going to hurt I thought. I started to walk around my room. Each step sent sharp pain to my balls. I could only imagine what I looked like as I stepped in pain.

I sent the video. He seemed thrilled by it enjoying the look of pain on may face. He conceded he may be a sadist. The enjoyment he took from seeing me in pain was high. It made him happy and horny hearing me squeal. He told he would text me in a few days. 

I lay there in pain looking at my naked body. I wanted to chat more but it isn’t about what I want anymore.  Two days would give me time to relax, even though I would find it hard no to text him. I must respect his wishes.

After what felt like weeks. I finally got a text. He wanted me to drink two pints of water. I had a feeling I would be pissing myself like I made him do. Serves me right I though and he did say he wanted revenge I did make him do it.

Don’t piss till I say so and when you do legs up in the air and aim for face do not close your mouth. You can shower tomorrow morning not tonight.

I expected to be pissing on myself but keeping my mouth open was not something I wanted to do. I hoped none would go in my mouth. I asked a few times if I could pee but he kept saying no. He wanted me to suffer eventually when I thought I couldn’t take any more he told it was time.

I stripped naked again and went quickly to the bathroom. I was bursting to go and afraid I would piss myself on the way. I got into the shower and tried to set up my phone so I could record. This took a while to find the right position that was even more frustrating but eventually, I found the sweet spot.

The original idea was to position the cage in a way that the piss landed on my chest and avoided my face but I didn’t have time. I needed to pee so raised my legs and started to piss. The position I was in sent the straight into my mouth.

I tried to spit it out but more and more kept going in. I swallowed some without wanting to and more that I ever expected it seemed like the aim was pure precision. Some went on my face but most into my mouth I kept spitting it out trying not to swallow but it was useless.

When finished I lay there covered in piss and feeling humiliated. The taste of piss was strong in my mouth. I sent the video to my master and waited naked in my own piss to see his response. I don’t know why I didn’t get up. Then the response came in.

You are fucking pathetic, honestly you seriously are.

He said it in a way that he 100% meant it. As if it was a fact, which made me feel even more degraded. I got up walked to my room in just my boxer shorts and covered in piss. I couldn’t believe he spoke to me like that. I text him but once again there was no response.   

A few days passed before he texts me again. I was starting to worry I would never hear from him again. I did give him the benefit of the doubt that he was just busy, which was partly true. When I read the message, I was not surprised.

Find another dom.   

I almost immediately accepted it mainly because I was half expecting it. I said yes sure. I was very disappointed but as I said was expecting it. I said Well at least I get to come now. Getting the cage off would be a good consolation.

No, find another dom and do what he orders you to.

I was so confused as to what was happening. I thought he said he was done with me but I don’t get to come. How will this work. I sent a few messages clearly confused. I needed to know what was going on. So, I just asked.

I’m too busy to Dom you at the moment so somebody else will. I have been acting like sleepy Joe. Basically, I’m passing you around like a whore. I am still your owner now find a Dom. You have until the 28th of December.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I was terrified by his attitude. I didn’t feel like this was role play I felt completely owned and powerless like I have never done before. 10 days. What will happen after 10 days what happens on the 28th. And as if reading my mind he sent another message.

If you don’t find somebody by then I will block you and cut off contact.

This is when things became all too real. I just stared for a few moments trying to comprehend how things had gone this way. I felt hot with so much fear running through my body. He then said he had a confession to make. Could this moment get any worse.

I always planned on dominating you when I came over. When I asked you for what stuff you were going to do to me it was just to get ideas for how to fully humiliate you. It all happened the way I planned it.

Was he serious. Was he in control from the very beginning how could I have fallen for this. So many thoughts were running through my head. It was so much to take in. I asked a few more questions but he gave short answer. Then sent the final message of the night.

You have until the 28th find a dom or get blocked. I might unblock you February if I’m feeling nice or maybe not at all.

I was in shock. To my surprise I was horny despite that fact that I was terrified. I had such mixed feelings as to what was happening. I opened a bottle of wine to try and settle my nerves and think of what my strategy would be.

The next day I was in work searching through Grindr for somebody to agree to this situation. I needed to find a dom that agreed to be secondary dom with me locked up. Most Masters don’t like this idea. I even contacted some of my old masters but got no response.

My master would text me over the nest few days and I told him I’m searching. I did find one potential Master who made me do a video call but I didn’t like him. My master said he will allow one skip for now on anyone who will agree is my new Dom.

I kept looking and chatting to my master but he seemed to be losing patience with how long I was taking. He said I have the ultimate motivation so I better get a move on only 7 days left. I thought after he came, he would change his mind. I realised how wrong I was in thinking he was a push over.

The next day he texts me to see if I have found anyone yet. I had not Christmas is so busy and I honestly didn’t have time to look. He sceptical at this and said he was going to punish me each day until I found a dom with each task getting more humiliating. He gave his first order.

Punch your balls 10 times hard, be naked in the video.

I don’t like pain and hate when I have to slap my balls but punch them. I don’t want to do it but I don’t want to question him. I don’t want to piss him off any further. I went to my room and stripped naked and punched my balls 10 times hard. It hurt so much.

He had definitely grown into been a dom in my mind. Or was he always like this had he just tricked me lured me in so he could mess with me. I had a night out with friends which meant I would go another day without finding a dom.

My next motivational punishment was more pain. My balls where still sore and I really didn’t want to feel more pain. I knew I didn’t have much of a say in it so I waited and wondered what it would be.

I have read your stories. The stuff previous masters have done to you. The chapter with filth I want to get some revenge for him.

It has been a few years since I humiliated a slave, I nicknamed filth. I could barely remember what I did but I knew it was probably humiliating. I looked through my phone to find the chapter from the blackmailed slave when my master text.

Strip naked, get toothpaste and put on your balls. Stay that way for 20 minutes video it all and send me it.

Toothpastes on balls burns like hell and I took a deep breath accepting I would be in a lot of pain for the next hour. I got the toothpaste and set up the video and applied it my balls. It was ok for the first minute but then it started to burn like hell. I thought my balls were on fire.

My master said it made him laugh and he enjoyed seeing me in pain he reminded me the clock was ticking and that I needed to find a dom very quickly. I said I knew and am trying very hard its just hard around Christmas as everyone is busy. He ignored me and didn’t respond.

The next day I woke up too a message from my master. He doesn’t usually text this early so I was surprised. He said he was in a bad mood and wanted to humiliate his property to take his frustrations out. That didn’t sound good.

Drink 4 pints of water. Then when you are bursting to pee go for a walk. I want you to piss yourself outdoor.

He didn’t even ask if I found a dom. Not that I had. He was just having a bad day and I was his property so why not use me, humiliate me. I am truly his bitch locked. I felt completely owned as I drank the 4 pints of water and set off to walk to the canal where I’d get a bit of privacy.

The walk there too a while. I walked fast think I would need to pee before I arrived. It didn’t turn out to be the case and when I arrived, I still didn’t need to go. I went into a pub and ordered a pint. I felt bloated but didn’t need to go.

The pint helped me to not only need to pee but also relax my nerves by the time I finished I was bursting to go and set off to a point where I knew nobody would see. As I was walking, I looked down at my trousers. I was wearing light brown chinos.

I didn’t think it through. He ordered me to drink water and I did and set off in what I was wearing. I could have worn black trousers. What was I thinking he probably would have let em wear black trousers. I felt stupid but also, I had come this far and really needed to go.

I set up the camera against a tree and within a second, I felt pee running down my leg it felt so good. I looked down at the wet stain on my trousers it was very noticeable I had just pissed my self and now I had 30-minute walk to complete.

The walk home was humiliating. I barely looked up and just walked with my head down. My relatively long jacket covered most of it but it was still obvious. When I got home, I sent the video to my Master and peeled off my pee-soaked clothes.

He laughed at me and said I deserved it he called me pure fucking filth. The insult sounded familiar. Filth the sub I had badly humiliated. Then he said he is telling me what tomorrows task will be if I don’t find a dom. I wasn’t ready for what came next.

Tomorrow at 9 A.M buy some dog food you will be eating it like you made filth do.

I put my hands to my head I couldn’t do it I just couldn’t’. I begged him not to make me do it. Not like my usual begging in role playing. It felt like I was begging for my life. I pleaded with him I felt like crying. It was no use and he told me to buy it.

I had to go out so I bought some dog food and some dog biscuits hoping I can convince him to allow me to eat that instead. I felt so dejected and humiliated. So powerless and so pathetic. This was my worst nightmare. I should have made this a limit from the start but I forgot I made filth do it.

When I got back from the night out my master had text me. He said he was in a sub mood and wanted me to order him around the next day. He wanted to go to the forest to be humiliated. I said if he wants me to, he must be naked and send me a picture of him naked.

He did so and I told him what I would make him do in the forest the next day. He said he was incredibly horny and wanted me to boss him about now. I relaxed a little and gave him a few orders which he did with proof. I forgot how hot he is. Then he sent me a picture I didn’t expect.

It was a container of dog food. He said he is so horny and wants to know if I will order him to do it. He will at it if I wish. My fear kicked in and I said no way. I won’t order you to eat that, he said he doesn’t mind and he likes pup play. I thought for a second and then responded.

No, I don’t want you to eat it throw it away.

He said OK and that he had to sleep. He said he won’t hear from me the next day but the day after I will. That day I received a text saying the dog food was a test. That I passed he said he would have crucified me if I asked him to do it. I would have eaten the dog food naked outside.

I felt relieved I made the right decision but really, I was too afraid to do make him do it. He did recognise I was terrified. I was thinking I might get a day off or at least an extension to finding a dom but was quickly given another order.

Strip naked, drink two pints of water and sit naked in your attic in the dark for 20 minutes. I will give you the next part of your task later.

I felt happy I didn’t have to eat dog food and so grateful to my master. I sat in the attic feeling a sense of happiness even though the boredom was insane. When I got out, I start texting him again awaiting my newest degradation.

You are going to plug the sink in your bathroom and pee in it. Take your toothpaste and toothbrush, wet the tooth brush with your piss and brush your teeth with it. You will spit the toothpaste out on your cage. You will then wash your moth out with the pee four times.

Each time you do you will spit the toothpaste down your naked body onto your cage. When finished wash your face for a few minutes with the piss. You are not permitted to wash again until tomorrow. Understood slave.

This was a new low brushing my teeth with piss but after avoiding the dog food I didn’t want to test him. I needed to pee so I went to the bathroom already naked. It didn’t take long to half fill the basin with my piss. I grabbed my toothpaste and brush and started.

The taste wasn’t too bad as I was brushing. I mostly tasted the toothpaste. I looked down at my cage when my mouth was full and spat down. The mess landing on my cage covering it and rolling down my balls.

Washing my mouth out with pee wasn’t so nice. Again, I spat on cage and another three times. My floor was getting messy with piss despite the towel I put down. The as I was washing my face with my own pee I felt it.

The toothpaste I had spat on my cage was burning my balls. A cruel twist I didn’t expect. I told my master it was very creative and he thanked me. Getting praise from him felt surprisingly good. We chatted some more before bed, before he dismissed me until the day after Christmas.

So here I sit naked writing this chapter with only three days left to find a new dom. Even when I find one, I won’t be unlocked. I feel humiliated and owned. I have no idea what I am going to do or how I am going to find a dom over Christmas.

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If any one has any suggestions for my master on how to humiliate me, please leave a comment. He enjoys reading comments about this. Merry Christmas

It was the middle of the week and there had been some type of power failure at my office so they sent us all home for the rest of the day.  I went back to our apartment, grabbed a shower, poured some wine and watched some random TV.  Neil came in at his usual time but there was someone with him.  He greeted me and introduced me.  “This is Paul from one of the other companies in my building.  I invited him over for a drink”.  Neil looked directly at me and said “Be a good boy and get us a couple beers”.  I knew something was happening because he saved “boy” for our bedroom play, not for general use.

 I went to the kitchen and brought back two beers and handed one to each of them, checking Paul out at the same time.  He was probably in his mid-fifties, stocky but definitely appealing.  Two things grabbed my attention.  He had a full thick head of blonde hair and it looked like a very sizable bulge in his dress pants.

 Neil looked over and said that Paul had a problem at home.  “His wife doesn’t like to suck cock and Paul loves having his cock sucked.  And it’s been a while.  I told him that maybe we could help him out.  Isn’t that right, Paul.”  Paul smiled and said he sure hoped so and he reached down and cupped his crotch.

 I was sure where this was headed and I was excited, hopeful and ready.  Neil came over to the couch and stood in front of me.  “Do you want to show Paul how much you love to suck your daddy’s cock?  I smiled at him and said that I did.”  Neil pulled his cock out and I slid down to the floor, on my knees.  “Come over here Paul so you can get a good look”.  Paul walked over and stood very close to the two of us.  I looked up at him and pulled Neil closer and put his cock in my mouth.  I loved the fact that he was watching me and I put on a good show.  I ran my tongue up and down Neil’s cock, licking his balls, kissing his cock.  I could see how hard Paul was through the thin material of his dress pants.

 I looked up at Neil and said “Daddy, can I help Paul with his problem?  Maybe I could suck his cock for him and show him how much I want to help my Daddy’s friend.”  Neil took Paul’s arm and pulled him over right next to us.  He reached down and started massaging Paul’s crotch.  His eyes were almost glazed over with excitement.  Neil looked down at me and told me to take Paul’s cock out of his pants.

I put my hand on his thigh and brought him closer.  I undid his belt, then his pants and pulled them down.  He was wearing a pair of fitted white boxers and his cock was bulging.

 Neil reached down and pushed my head towards Paul’s crotch.  “Let me see you chew on that through his underwear.  Let’s get Paul ready for your mouth”.  “Yes, Daddy” I moaned as I wrapped my mouth around his cock in the briefs.  My heart was racing.

 Neil  stood behind Paul and grabbed his briefs at the waistband, pulling them down and exposing his 7 inch cock.  It had a nice thickness and a round, mushroom type head.  Neil looked down and said “Suck it, suck my buddy’s cock.  I want him to know what a sweet little faggot boy can do for a man”.  I took Paul’s cock in my mouth, all the way down and I could feel his whole body tremble.  I did the same for him as Neil, licking, kissing, tonguing his piss hole.  I thought he was going to come right away but Neil was stroking his shoulder, telling him to take it slow and enjoy his boy’s mouth.

 That was all well and good but I thought I should have a little fun teasing him.  I ran my tongue over the head of his cock and looked up at him.  “Do you want to come in my mouth” I asked.  Do you want to watch me take that sweet load from your balls?”  I felt him tense up but again, Neil said, relax.  Then I scooted down a bit and started licking Paul’s balls.  They were small and tight.  Slowly, I pulled them both into my mouth and then ran my tongue all over them. 

 Paul turned to Neil and said “Is it okay if I talk to him, too?”  “Go right ahead” Neil said.  My little boy knows what he is and loves to be told.  I smiled and continued to pleasure Paul’s cock.

 Paul looked down and said “Eat it little boy, show me how much of a faggot you are.  I wish the hell I had a cocksucker like you around to take care of my dick.  Why don’t you suck your Daddy’s cock for awhile and let me watch.  I turned and took Neil’s cock in my mouth savoring how perfectly he fit in my mouth.

I put on a good show for Paul as he slowly stroked his cock.  I wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold out when suddenly, he said to Neil, “I need him now.”  I switched over immediately as I knew Paul was going to come.  I had his cock all the way in my mouth and Neil got down on his knees behind me.  He started caressing my nipples, my most sensitive spot.  “Suck his cock baby, I’m right here and I’m going to watch him come in your mouth.  Make Daddy proud”.

 I was sucking Paul’s cock and stroking his balls and there came a loud and intense moan and suddenly I was swallowing his load, every sweet drop of his cum.  Neil right by my side, encouraging me and telling me what a good cocksucker I was.  I took Paul’s cock out of my mouth and licked the remaining drops of cum which sent shivers through his whole body.

 Paul fell back into a chair and Neil stood up.  “Are you ready baby boy?  Do you want Daddy’s load now?”  “Yes, I moaned, please Daddy, cum in my mouth.  Let your Buddy see me swallow your load now”.  I went to work furiously on Neil’s cock and in no time I heard him say “I’m coming baby, take Daddy’s load”.  I finished serving my Daddy and stood up.  Neil came behind me and started playing with my nipples.  Paul walked over and I reached over and stroked his cock some while I could feel Neil’s cock against my ass.  I started stroking my own cock with Neil behind me, urging me on.  “Come for Daddy, I want my little boy to feel good.  Stroke your cock while you taste my cum and Paul’s cum in your mouth.  My sweet little faggot” and then I shot my load.

 Neil continues to be a very good Daddy and I hope there might be another buddy coming over to visit in the future.