The Final Fuck – Loads 37 & 38
We had just finished a mind-blowing 3-way fuck and I was exhausted. Lt. had revealed he longed for me to fuck him and Sir gave me permission to not only fuck him, but cum as well. And to top it off (pun intended), Sir fucked me while I fucked Lt.
I know it was as memorable for the two of them as it was for me as there’s no way they could’ve have faked those epic orgasms. But it was time to finally get some sleep.
I must’ve passed out because the next thing I knew, it was morning. I woke up alone in bed, refreshed, wondering where Sir and Lt. were. My flight left mid-afternoon, so we only had the morning to play, and it was already late. What did they have in mind? Everything I’d experienced so far was epic…what could be left?
I’d find out soon.
Still nude (these were still the rules) I wandered out into the kitchen to find them to find Sir pulling together breakfast and Lt. at his computer. “Good morning, sexy man”, Sir greeted me.
Knowing my place, I responded, “Good morning, Sirs”
“We only have a couple hours, but we have something very special planned for you. Think of it was our ‘going away gift’”.
Sensing even more debauchery was on its way, I simply smiled and nodded. Then Lt. moved over to the couch with his laptop and said, “Before we start, join me over here, Thomas. I captured some highlights from your time with us.”
He affectionately patted the cushion next to him and said, “Make yourself comfortable…you’re gonna love this.”
He rolled a video on the big screen and I was amazed at the quality, crisp editing and the music bed underneath it. It looked like he’d been working on it all night.
It started with a title page, black background, white type:
48 Hours a Sub
(or Thomas Takes 38 Loads)
It opened with me on my knees that first afternoon with my hands bound behind my back. Lots of closeups of my face showing my confusion and fear. Dissolve to Jamal shooting all over my face.
Great start.
The scenes continued: Me dressed like an aging male escort leaving for dinner, me restrained on the bed with a closeup of my bound, engorged cock, them fucking me while I was trussed like a Thanksgiving turkey, Antonio passionately making love to me. And that was just the first day.
It continued with me giving Lt. his ‘good morning blowjob’, the eight anonymous fucks, the afternoon with the guys from Grindr, a closeup of the hashmarks on my ass, the bukkake, the flogging, the sling and then lasts night’s fuck for the ages.
By this time I was rock hard again, and trying my best not to stroke myself.
“You’re quite the slut, Thomas”, smiled Lt. “But you’re our slut”, he laughed, “and we’re not done with you yet”. Sir, who’d been watching silently from the kitchen spoke up, “I was planning on eating breakfast before our final surprise, but I think that video has put Lt. and me in the mood.”
He paused and then added to Lt. and me, “In the bedroom. Now.”
Following orders we hustled in and Sir said to Lt., “You know what to do, let’s get started.” They clearly had planned this out.
Lt. immediately stripped and laid on his back toward the foot of the bed with his feet on the floor stroking his already hard cock, as thick and as veiny as ever. Sir looked at me, then Lt.’s cock, then back at me, then his cock and finally said, “Thomas, you know what to do…”
Of course I did. Yesterday morning I sucked Lt. dry and it appeared he was looking for an encore. I happily knelt between his legs like I’d be there for a while, and playfully started to tickle his cock with my tongue. Sir quickly stepped in, “A REAL blowjob, Thomas, not that bullshit. Get it good and wet. You know why”
“Yes, Sir”, I smiled, realizing now I was essentially lubing him up to fuck me. I did that thing with my mouth that generated a ton of saliva and swallowed him whole. “Fuck, you feel good”, Lt. moaned, but that was just the beginning.
As Lt. began to thrust his hips into my mouth, Sir tossed him the lube. While Lt. generously lubed his own cock, Sir took the bottle, stood behind me and aggressively lubed my hole. After everything that had happened in the previous 36 hours, Sir was careful to be gentle, and he seemed to be using an unusually large amount of lube. “Sit on it”, he ordered, intentionally using his authoritative tone from yesterday.
I squatted over Lt. at the foot of the bed and slowly lowered myself onto him. I wasn’t nearly as stretched out as yesterday, but damn, that felt good. When you’re on top, you can control how deep and fast you’re penetrated, and I loved the feeling of using my power once again.
“Now fuck yourself”, Sir said to me. No problem there. Since squats are a mainstay of my workout regime, I easily slid up and down his cock, and could’ve all day. Lt. was loving it as well and was already thrusting his hips to fuck me deeper.
I shouldn’t have been surprised, yet I was, when I felt Sir’s fingers circling my hole as Lt. slid in and out. I felt Sir’s fist surrounding Lt’s cock as he pushed into me, adding intensity to the penetration. Damn that felt strange, but unbelievably good. After a few minutes he slid a fingertip into my hole along with Lt’s cock, which, while erotic as hell, added a stretch that I wasn’t prepared for. Even after yesterday, nothing more than one cock at a time had been up there.
I heard the lube bottle open behind me again and thought, shit…is this what I think it is?
Sir gently pushed my torso down so Lt. and I were now face to face. Lt.’s cock was still fully inside me at the foot of the bed, and I was now straddling him on my knees, leaving my hole fully exposed for…you guessed it.
Then I felt something I’d never felt before. Sir’s cock was lining up to enter my hole, right above Lt’s. Breaking sub protocol I protested, “Please Sir, I’ve never done this before, it won’t fit!”
With uncharacteristic tenderness, he responded, “Don’t worry Thomas, we’ll go slow. We’ll make it fit” and reached down and handed me a small brown bottle. “This will help, take two long hits.”
I’d done poppers before and I knew how they could relax your hole. If I ever I needed my hole relaxed it was now, so I greedily inhaled as ordered. I dropped the bottle on the bed and Sir and Lt. each took a couple hits.
In seconds my hole had “relaxed”. I felt Sir’s cock breach my hole and once just inside it, he let it rest there to allow it to stretch to accommodate it. Although it stung like hell, I was able to appreciate the raunchy eroticism of the moment as well. Thank god for poppers.
He had the head of his cock in by now and handed me the popper bottle again. “Three hits this time”, he ordered, “I’m going in deeper.” I obeyed and was glad I did. He and Lt. did the same and he pushed further into me. The pain was near unbearable but I knew it would subside. I intentionally took long deep breaths and forced myself to appreciate the unprecedented feeling of two cocks inside my hole.
I wasn’t sure, but I didn’t know if he was completely in. He was going slowly and seemed to stop to let me accommodate the length so far.
“You ok, Thomas?” he asked.
“I think so Sir, but please keep the poppers coming.”
“Good, now take four hits” he said handing me the bottle. He and Lt. did the same and the three of us were officially on another planet. He pushed all the way in….don’t ask me how, but I knew. It was erotic beyond all description. Lt. repeatedly told Sir how hot his cock felt in my hole, “Fuck Sam, your cock feels so good, rub our cocks together in the bitch’s hole, but don’t make me cum yet.”
Sir replied, “Damn Rob, your cock feels good too.” He gave it a slight thrust in, rubbing the two together and said to Lt., “I think my cock is in love with yours.”
Now Sir and Lt. were each balls deep inside me. My mind went two places. First, the intensity of being DP’d. I’d seen it in porn, and like so much of what I’d endured this weekend, I never guessed I’d be able to endure it. Second, the symbolism of taking these two men’s cocks. Back to the Stockholm Syndrome I guess, but I felt I owed them this and was proud to be able to service them this way.
The three of us were flying, but especially me. The pain was subsiding, but I didn’t want it to go away entirely. The element of pain actually magnified the animal lust the three of us were experiencing. Each one of us was getting what we wanted. Sir and Lt.’s cocks were enjoying their mating dance inside the confines of my hole, and I was, once again, reduced to the slut whose role was to provide them with pleasure. But, like before, I was experiencing as much pleasure, if not more, than they.
The two of them began a rhythm of slow, deliberate thrusts. In perfect unison, they’d push completely in, get balls deep and hold it inside me. As if rehearsed, every time they reached full penetration inside me, they’d humiliate me with recollections of our time together.
Jamming his fingers in my mouth from behind: “These are to remind you of Jamal’s cock. How did his cum taste, slut?”
Me: “Not as good as yours, Sir.”
After another sensuous balls deep thrust, Sir asked, “And who fucked you better? Antonio or me?”
Me, now panting: “Of course, you Sir. You’re the best fuck I’ve ever had.”
They pulled out slowly and pushed all the way back in slowly and, once fully inside me, Lt. whispered in my ear, “What a fucking whore you are, Thomas. I have all eight of the guys who fucked you on tape. Face down, blindfolded, and moaning like the bitch you are.”
I humbly gasped, “Yes Sir, I tried to make you proud.”
I was getting woozy from the two cocks in my hole and the verbal degradation. I thought I’d been taken to the limit, but this was proving to be another level of ecstasy.
Their mutual thrusts were starting to gain speed and intensity when Sir spoke up, “And don’t tell me you didn’t love being on your knees, covered in the cum of five Black gods. Tell me how much you loved it, piggy.” The honest truth was that every humiliating recollection was true. On my knees, covered in cum was a turn-on beyond belief. “Oh yes Sir,” I moaned, “more than you know.”
With their cocks fully penetrating me, Sir leaned back to expose my glutes and slapped each one hard. “Remind you of anything, slut? Like when Raymond and I flogged you into submission?”
“Oh yes Sir”, I said, now nearly weeping from the power of the moment. “Hit me again, Sir, please”. Sir eagerly struck each glute again, harder than before, with an open hand. “Like that slut?”, he asked. “Oh yes, Sir. Thank you sir”, I responded, now near tears.
Sir then tenderly rubbed my sensitive cheeks and added, “Good slut”.
They were speeding up even more, reaching near violent levels. Lt., now breathing heavily, said, “And those five fucks…what were their names??? TELL ME THEIR NAMES, SLUT”, he shouted, and added, “…and what their cocks were like.”
I was now in a full sweat, but what happened last night was burned in my brain and I could recall their names…
Barely able to speak, I whispered, “Caleb was first. He loved rimming me and had a long, skinny cock.”
“Good,” replied Lt. “Next?”
Now panting, I replied, “Marcus came next. Very thick cock, like yours, Lt.”
“And…”
“Charles… he seemed…experienced. Henry came next. His fuck was….” I paused, partly because I was delirious, and partly because I couldn’t find words to describe Henry.
“HENRY WAS WHAT, BITCH?”, Sir roared. Was his dominance being threatened I thought to myself through the fog?
“He was like you, Sir, but not as…sexy.” I croaked, now barely able to speak.
Without responding, Sir grabbed my wrists and pulled them roughly behind my back into the same position Raymond had had them in when he fucked me.
“Remind you of anything, cunt?” Sir asked.
“Yes Sir,” I gasped. “That’s how Sir Raymond fucked me.”
‘LIKE THIS?” Sir shouted, which was apparently the signal for them to take it to the limit.
In perfect unison, they plunged into me with even more force than before and began to jack-rabbit me, but with two cocks instead of one. I could see Lt.’s glistening skin below me and feel Sir’s sweat drop on me from above. But most of all, I felt their two cocks assault my hole.
“You like your two masters cocks up your hole, don’t you slut?” Sir questioned me as they forcefully fucked me.
Now barely able to speak, I whimpered, “Yes, Sir, please fuck your bitch’s hole.”
Sir responded, “Feed him you juice, Lt. Feed the slut’s hungry hole.”
“Give him your hot load, Sir”, Lt. said back.
“Ram your hot cum up there.” Sir added, nearly violently and then added to me, “Tell me how much you like it, bitch boy.”
“Fuck me, please Sirs. Dump your loads in me. Breed your bitch”, I begged them with tears of gratitude in my eyes.
Sir was nearly there, “Shoot Lt., fill our slut’s hole. Feed him your hot, sticky seed.” Those words sent both of them over the edge and I became the recipient of two giant cocks exploding in my gut. One sexy man exploding in your hole is amazing. Two sexy men, simultaneously, was beyond description. My mind was unable to comprehend the pleasure I was receiving, not to mention the pride of knowing I had brought them to this point.
The two of them shot and shot and shot, making me wonder if my intestines could accommodate the pure volume of jizz.
DP’ing. What started an hour ago as my final challenge, had become a mind-bending, life changing experience. My hole had not only expanded to accommodate their cocks, it had become supercharged to pleasure them in ways that they, nor I, had ever experienced.
We laid there while their cocks softened, but only slightly. None of us wanted the moment to be over. It was pure magic. And once again, I hadn’t cum—physically—but mentally I was as satisfied as I could be.
As I contemplated that, Sir surprised me, “Thomas, you have my permission to shoot. Cover Lt. with your seed.”
It didn’t take me more than five strokes to get there. One, two, three, four, fi…my cock exploded with the intensity of last night. The first shot actually shot over Lt.’s face, but the remaining 8+ (I lost count) covered his hair, face, chin, chest, stomach….drenching him with my cum.
I laid back down on Lt.’s sticky chest and Sir laid on me, listening to each other’s heartbeats. Although none of us wanted the moment to end, Sir slid out of me and said to Lt., “Stay inside until I get the plug.”
Sir reached down to something he had ready. He squatted between my legs and what I felt stunned me, but it shouldn’t have. I felt his hand holding something down at my hole and said to Lt., “Ok, pull out”. As Lt. pulled his cock out of me, Sir slid in a well lubed, remarkably comfortable butt plug that secured their seed me. Once inserted, he went on to say, “Your 48 hours isn’t officially over until this afternoon at 2. You’ll take our seed with you on the airplane…something to remember us by”, he added with a smile. I relaxed my hole and accepted the plug. After what I’d been through it didn’t hurt at all. And the idea of taking their seed with me gave me a strange satisfaction.
They affectionately pulled me up on the bed, face down with my legs spread and Sir added the last two hashmarks. “Lt., please grab a pic of our handsome slut here…something for us to remember him by. As Lt. added the final two hashmarks, Sir counted out loud….”37…38! Damn, boy, you are a first class slut.”
With the butt plug comfortably lodged in my hole securing their seed, we showered together, had a lovely breakfast reminiscing about the nearly 48 hours of debauchery. Sir did most of the talking; my head was still spinning so I had trouble articulating my feelings. I needed time for all this to sink in.
They had commitments that afternoon so they called me an Uber for the airport. When it arrived, our car side farewells were surprisingly tender. First, Lt. gave me a warm embrace and said laughingly, “I know I broke protocol by allowing you to fuck me, but one look at that thick cock of yours and I had to have you.” He tightened his embrace and gave me a warm kiss on the cheek, and added, “Check your phone on the way to the airport. I finished the video, including this morning, and sent it to you.” Then added with a big grin, “Make sure you wear your earbuds, you don’t want the driver to hear it and drive off the road.”
Sir then stepped over and pulled me close saying, “Thomas, you are one helluva man. You allowed yourself to be used and humiliated, yet you’re stronger than any man I’ve ever met.” Clearly noticing the tears in my eyes, he finished, “I’d be honored to be your Master any time you’d like.” He pulled me even closer and gave me a warm, passionate kiss on the lips, Uber driver be damned.
I watched the video in the Uber ride to the airport, and Lt. was right…good thing the driver couldn’t hear it. It was 20 minutes of pure raunch. I arrived at the airport with enough time to relax in the Delta lounge before takeoff. I’d given some thought as to how long I’d leave the plug in and in a way I wanted it to be in forever, marking this momentous event. But I had to be practical. It was nearing 2PM, the 48 hour mark, and my best option was to use one of the private bathrooms in the lounge. I stepped in, carefully removed the plug, washed it and stowed it in my backpack. I didn’t know what I’d do with it in the future, but I knew I’d keep it for a long, long time.
My story ends where it starts, “Welcome to Delta flight 1102 ladies and gentlemen, please prepare for takeoff. Our time in flight is three hours so we should have you at the gate in Puerta Vallarta by 5:30 this afternoon. Relax and enjoy the flight.”
On my flight to Dallas, I did everything but relax. I was torn between the allure of my fantasies and the dread of the unknown.
But I’d come a long way in the past 48 hours. I experienced my fantasies, and I learned how much I could endure, both exceeding my expectations.
But more importantly, I learned exactly what I wanted and needed going forward. It was a painful lesson, but a much needed one. Unlike my trip here to Dallas, I was able to “relax and enjoy the flight”, like the flight attendant’s announcement.
Epilogue
Anticipating marks on my body I’d have to explain to my colleagues, I had planned a trip alone in Puerta Vallarta immediately after the weekend, giving me time alone to process the 48 hours.
I’d booked a beautiful seaside resort that was predominantly gay. I wasn’t looking for action but was more comfortable around like-minded people. And I needed to be somewhere where the rope burns, flogging welts and hash marks didn’t raise questions.
The first night there, I collapsed in bed and slept for over 12 hours. Day 1 was spent by the pool where my punished body was probably noticeable, but I didn’t care.
After a peaceful dinner alone giving me ample time to reflect, I was sitting at the bar, finally relaxed, enjoying a glass of cabernet and basking in my Dallas experience. I had met the physical, mental, and emotional challenge of being owned and abused for 48 hours. Pain, loss of control, humiliation and more; I had successfully endured them all. I had ‘won’. But more importantly, I’d gotten it out of my system. I no longer would fantasize, or even wonder, about the role of a sub. I survived the real thing, even flourished. And not to mention the come on from that sexy Henry when he left. What was that all about? After a couple glasses of red wine contemplating this, I was blissfully content.
The bar was less than half full when a character who looked like “Tom of Finland Goes to the Beach” sat down a few seats from me. Bear-like, bearded, muscled arms, one earing, tight and very short shorts, a black wife beater, and loose leather straps around his left wrist. I tried not to look as he approached but I couldn’t help but notice his massive bulge begging for attention. I tried to ignore him knowing the pre-Dallas me would’ve fantasized about the bulge and everything that came with it. But the new me dismissed him. Question answered, box checked.
Savoring my wine and feeling superior about the previous 48 hours, Mr. Tom of Finland zeroed in on me radiating authority and looking through me like I wasn’t there. I didn’t make eye contact but I could feel his paralyzing, non-stop gaze. He smugly knew I knew he was watching me. Evaluating me. Appraising me. My brain wanted to make it clear I wasn’t interested, but my cock was going in the other direction. Despite my feigned disinterest, I was reluctantly drawn to him and everything he represented.
He continued to stare, seemingly challenged by my non-response. I tried to make it clear I wasn’t interested; I’d just spent the last 48 hours with 14 guys just like him. But he wouldn’t relent…my discomfort fueled his appetite for me.
Finally, he asked the bartender for a pen and paper, wrote something, handed it to the bartender and whispered instructions. I fought hard to ignore it, but he made sure I knew he was up to something. The bartender poured another glass of cabernet as Mr. Tom of Finland abruptly left the bar. Once gone, the bartender handed me the glass of wine and said, “This is compliments of the gentleman”, motioning to his bar stool. Then he handed me the note adding, “This is for you as well”, and returned to his chores.
I slowly opened the note, my imagination working overtime. It read:
I saw you at the pool today. I see you like to play rough. I’m in room 1220, the Penthouse Suite. Be there at 10 sharp tonight. If you’re not there, you won’t get a second chance.
Goddammit, goddammit, goddammit, I thought to myself. I’d barely had time to process the last 48 hours, and I’m being offered the same thing a second time. I had no idea if I were ready, or if I wanted it at all.
I looked at my watch and it was 9:40.
I had less the 20 minutes to figure it all out.
I went back and forth, assessing the pros and cons of each course of action. I had put a week aside for reflection, not 20 minutes.
I kept telling myself that if I chose to ignore the invitation/command, I’d have plenty more opportunities like this in the future, if I even wanted them. But that was my brain thinking; my cock was thinking something entirely different. As hard as I had tried to ignore him, I began to sweat and my cock continued to harden.
It was 9:55. I had to make a decision. The numbers 12 and 6 kept flashing in my brain. He was on the 12th floor, I was on the 6th.
9:58. I’d paid my bill, and with my heart pounding so hard I could almost hear it, I walked to the elevator. I prayed it wouldn’t come, but it did.
The doors slid open and I got on. Alone. I had to push one of the buttons.
Floor 6: I’ve gotten this out of my system and am getting on with my life.
Floor 12: That beautiful bulge.
Floor 6: My hole was still sore. My body needs a rest.
Floor 12: It’s just one night…not a lifelong commitment.
Floor 6: Topping Lt. was insanely hot. I’m a top too, for chrissake. Act like one.
Floor 12: He may have some friends up there as hot as he is.
The door began to close. I had to choose. My hand reached for the panel. I pushed the floor I had to push. I didn’t really have a choice.