My
Playroom—December, 2018
Samuel, the fisting bottom who in
the past has mixed poppers and Maximum Impact together (sometimes to the point
of being unresponsive) asked to come back for another session. I agreed.
I was surprised and pleased that almost the first words out of his mouth
were that he wanted me to control his popper usage. (Did he pick it up from body language as we
played? Maybe he is he secret reader of
these pages…) I agreed to tell him when to take the hits. I am happy to say it made our encounter even
hotter…
He
is stripped to a jock and in place on the fuck bench. I eat his ass. He is right there with my tongue, thrusting
back, grinding into my face.
“Take
a hit.”
He
does. The poppers relax his hole and my
tongue sinks in deeper yet. I continue
to orally lube his butt throughout the rush from them. I stand up and poke my engorged cock head
against his pucker.
“You
want a hit, don’t you? Not this time. Take my dick.”
As I say the last word, my cock enters him.
He
gasps out a “Yes, sir!”
I
sink all the way home. “Now take a hit—just
the poppers.”
He
does. I wait until I hear the cap go
back on before I begin a hard thrusting.
I slow down after a bit. I make
him take me without any enhancement. He
is soon breathless.
I
pull out and grab the egg headed dildo.
A quick lube. “Hit.” He does and the toy glides into place. I fuck him with it briefly, then add my dick
alongside the toy.
He
gasps again at how full he suddenly feels.
I love it, too. I do this double with
every man who can take it—and my cock loves the changes in the tightness of the
fuck. He takes the whole double fuck unaided
by poppers—and he seems to revel in being able to do just that.
We
move to the sling. All the toys come
out. Speculum first. Wide and gaping. Wide enough for my dick to slip between the
stainless steel sides of the medical device.
My
hands work into him next.
I
use the butt plug.
I
work in the bigger tiered plug.
I
work my hands back into him. I pull on
out, fuck him with my dick, and then fist him with the other hand. Repeat.
And Repeat.
The
balls on a cord open him deeper.
Than
the huge toy, left by a former f-bud.
All
with poppers or Maximum Impact (or both) only when I tell to use them. He loves having me in charge. One more piece of control given away. And he is conscious for more of the scene.
Something
new for him. I take down the chain off
the door jamb where it hangs. I lube it
up. I insert link after link into
him. It piles up in his gut, a weight
like little else he’s felt before.
“Now
take a hit—Poppers only.”
He
huffs. Caps it. They hit.
I
pull the links out as slowly as I can manage.
One by one they emerge from his hole—stretching it link by link.
I
push them back in—and fuck him with the chain in his gut.
I
pull it out faster this time.
I
take pictures.
I
work my hand back in. Just my left. I think he can do it…
“You
want me to jerk off in your ass?”
“Yes,
SIR!”
“Take
a hit.”
I
guide my dick along my greased arm and into his puffy hole. My fingers close around my shaft. I tell him so.
Samuel
groans.
I
look at the porn. It’s turned off—we have
played for over 100 minutes…and he needs to get to work.
“You
want my load?”
“Yes,
Sir!!”
“Max
it.”
He
does. I work my dick deep inside him,
fucking it through my fingers.
I
am soon there.
I
shoot, filling him up in a different way.
*****
“That
was the best ever, Sir. I loved giving
the control over to you of when to inhale.”
And his tip proved
that he meant it.
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