Exploring Dominic's Second Hole

 My Playroom—April, 2026

 

I got a message on AssPig, the fisting site.  A man from one of the western states was going to be in Michigan on business.  He wondered if I was close to where his meeting was going to be.  I told him I lived about an hour away.  It took maybe three more messages each to agree we were attracted to each other and to set the date and time.  And just like that, I had a date to warm my cock and hands in a hot looking ass…

 

The doorbell sounds.  It’s Dominic.  He’s likely mid-40’s, though he looks younger.  He is thin and lithe, and as he strips down, he shows off some tats that are true works of art.  His hair is darkish blond and cropped short.  I ditch my robe.  We are both naked now but for jocks. We hug.  There is no cock sucking, he just turns and gets on all fours on the flattened fuck bench.  His ass is drawing me like a magnet.  I kneel behind him and begin to lick the butt that in the next two plus hours I will get to know very well.

Dominic groans.  “Eat that fuck hole.”  I thrust deeper into him, spitting into his hole at the same time.  I lube my cock with coconut oil.  I stand up and enter him.  He groans.  He finds the mirror on the side wall and watches me open him up.  I fuck slowly—going very deep inside this younger man.  Finally, I speed up, so that my balls are slapping his ass with every stroke.

I pull out.  “Let me taste it!” 

I bring my wet cock to him.  He swallows me down.  His tongue gets very busy.  He pulls off me, with a satisfied moan.  I re-lube and fuck him again.  As I do so, I pick up the Ballistic Butt Bomb.  I dip it in the tub of liquid coconut oil.  I smear it around the stainless-steel head while I fuck.  I pull out and twist the BBB into him.  He moans.  It grows to a groan as I add my cock.  I fuck him hard, driving the toy a little deeper into him with every stoke as my cockhead smashes into the metal.

I ‘make’ him clean my cock again, leaving the BBB in place.  I fuck him once more, now just using his added spit for new lube.  Dominic is pushing back on me—driving the BBB and my dick even deeper into his ass.

I finally pull out.  I am cleaned once again.  Coconut oil is new to him and he loves it.  We move to the sling. He hops in and has his feet in the stirrups before I can help him.  I kneel and eat his ravaged hole.  His ass lips are engorging and I can’t keep them out of my mouth.  I spend a long time on the floor before I stand up and fuck.  I can’t take my eyes off his expressive face. 

I grease up the eggheaded dildo.  It slides into him easily.  “Nice,” he mutters.  His eyes get bigger as I add my cock.  My dick glides along the ribbed shaft—giving me a different pleasure than what he is feeling.  I fuck with it below my dick for most of the time, though for a moment I reverse things.

I want to crank him open.  He’d eyed the speculum the moment he walked into the playroom.  I grease it up and slide it into him.  “Oh, yeah…” he moans as I begin the slow crank open.  He tells me he loves the stretch of a good speculum.  I have it open enough now that I can add my cock.  His eyes go wide again as I begin to fuck into his splayed open hole.  “That’s new…” he whispers.  “Nice…”

I pull out and open him a bit more.  I fuck him again.  Eventually, I crank it shut and pull it out.  I go get the Seahorse.  With its gentle widening girth, it is a great last toy before I settle down for working my hand into him.  He nods in rhythm as I work it into him:  curve up, curve down, curve up…

My left hand is covered in the lube he brought for me to use.  It’s an easy glide into his hole.  Two fingers.  Three.  Four.  And the thumb, pressed against my palm.  I do a slight twist of my hand and I am fully inside him.  He is wet and hot and welcoming.  I stay still for a long moment before I inch my way into him.  With this first fist in him, I can actually touch my middle finger to the bend—his second hole.

I work myself out, re-grease and slip into him again.  He is an amazing player, knowing just how to help me get inside him.  I lean in, my cheek to his chest, as I work into him.  I am rewarded with two fingers going around the bend.  I grease up the right.  He takes it just as easily.  So many men have trouble with my right hand, but not Dominic.  He opens his ass—and on the first try, I have my middle finger at the bend.  I go back to a freshly lubed left hand.  I work slowly…deeper and deeper.  His eyes glaze and I find that I have three fingers stroking his second hole—causing yet another full body orgasm.

We take a break.  I pull out the rimseat.  I can’t wait to eat his hole again after all the stretching.  I get under and Dominic shuts the lid.  “Love this…” he says as he sits down on the seat.  My tongue goes deep.  He gasps.  He kneads the bulge in his jock.  I bliss out and just keep sucking on those plump ass lips or drilling as deep as possible into him.  I don’t remember if I suggested he ride me or not—but suddenly he is up and settling his hot ass on my drooling cock.  He pounds down on me. Then he’s back on my face, his ass freshly wet and delicious.  I have a moment where I have to stop stroking myself, the pleasure is so intense.

Dustin wants to go back to all fours on the bench.  I grease up both hands.  I work the left in.  Now the right.  Back and forth.  But I realize he is at a point where my alternating hands can go faster.  Soon I am truly punch fisting him—and he is egging me on as I do it.  Left.  Right. Left.  Right.  A pause and then again.

“Perfect,” he tells me before suggesting the sling.  “I own the Cutler X, too.  I’d love for you to use it on me.  He moves to the sling and I grab the toy.  I have used it but not often.  I grease up the massive toy.  After all we’ve done tonight, Dominic takes it.  I stop when it’s halfway up him.  I slide it out, re-grease and this time he masters three-quarters of the toy.  Once more I lube it up—and he takes all but the last inch or so.

I move back to hand…slow exploration after all the punching.  My cheek on his abdomen, feeling my hand below me explore his depths.

It’s late—and his hole is tiring.  “Can you send me home with a load?”

I nod.  “All I’ll need to do is lick your ass and I’ll be hard again.”  I kneel and do just that.  My cock is aching to be inside him once more.  I slide in—he bears down on me, milking my dick.  In moments I am giving him just what he wants…

*

I received a text from him just as I was about to turn out my light for the night:  “My hole is happy!” 

I was, too…

Equipment Close-Up: The Cutler X

Equipment Close-Up:  The Cutler X

 

The Cutler X dildo, a life cast from the super hung pornster, is the last of the insertable toys in my playroom to get a write-up.  It was a gift from GaryM, back when he left a number of toys in my care.  I am choosing to write it up now, as it plays the climatic part in my next post.

I am not sure why I have not used it on my men as much of some of the other large toys, but I haven’t.  After the delight I saw it give the man who requested it, I really need to use it more.

As mentioned above, it is a life cast of Cutler X.   The overall length is 13.25 inches with an insertable length of 11.25 inches.  The girth is just as impressive with this toy:  7.75 inches at the head growing to 8.25 in the middle to 8.5 at the base.  Not for beginners!

As with many of Mr. Hanky’s Toys, you can choose how firm you want it.  I would guess mine is a medium firmness—a little give, but a solid hole opener, one that would stand tall if you were riding it. 

In the molding they caught the slight ridges of his extra skin and the sculpted veins.  They really pleased the guy I used it on—adding just that little bit of variety as it slid deeply into him.

 

Here is the link to the page on the Mr. Hanky’s Toys here.

Reconnecting with Osvaldo's Hot Ass

 Grand Rapids—April, 2026

 

It had been quite some time since I’d seen Osvaldo.  Our last bathhouse adventure was at the end of summer—and it had not gone as well as many in the past.  He was also finding it harder to share me with others during our play—even though the whole point of meeting in a bathhouse was to get his ass used by as many men as possible so I could fuck in their cum, something we both loved.

I had called a halt to our meetings for a bit.  I was ready to see him again around February—but that was when I was kept at home and in bed with a respiratory ailment.  I reached out to him in the middle of April—and I went north on a Saturday night…

 

The place is crowded.  It is ‘All Gender Night’ so there are lots of men (and very few women who are tucked away in the special events area.)  Many guys are just sitting around, but I can hear moans from behind closed doors as I strip and stow my clothes in my locker.  I am booted and jocked, my towel thrown over my shoulder.  I go up the stairs to the play area. 

The first thing I see is Osvaldo on his knees, sucking a daddy who is sitting on the couch by the large porn screen.  I watch for a moment and then go around the corner and sit in a chair near the sling.  There is a porn screen here, too.  I harden up and begin to stroke.  Men walk by me.  They nod or smile, but no one wants to actually have sex.

Osvaldo finds me.  He is looking a little trimmer than the last time I saw him.  He is in a colorful jock that frames his shapely ass.  He kneels and goes to work.   His mouth is wonderfully wet.  I ask him if he got that guy’s load.  He stops, looking up at me in surprise, then grins and nods.  He goes back to work.

I am ready to fuck.  To my left is the sling and to my right a hard fuck bench.  I tell him to get on the bench.  His ass is jutting towards me—a hot, hot butt.  I kneel and begin to eat him out.  “It’s been so lonnnnnggg…” he moans as I drill into him, tasting his fresh hole.  I want to fuck him.  The three men who have stopped their constant meandering are also ready for me to stand up and penetrate.  I rise up, my tumescent cock slapping his ass—giving the onlookers an eyeful before I bury it into Osvaldo.

“Take that big dick,” says the oldest observer. 

I push into him for the first time in months.  His hole is tighter than I expect—a nice surprise.  I fuck him with slow measured strokes.  One of the three guys watching finally has the sense to feed Osvaldo his dick as I speed up the fuck.  I build fast enjoying seeing him take dick at both ends.

Osvaldo is moaning constantly as he works on the two of us.  He’s always been good, but it feels like he has more control of his ass—and I like how it is squeezing down on my marauding cock.  The guy in his mouth pulls out.  He doesn’t wan to shoot this early in the night.  I pull out of his ass and bring it to his mouth.  He cleans me, moaning anew at the taste of his ass jizz.

“What a good boy,” a handsome Black man tells me.  I offer the guy either of Osvaldo’s holes, but he’s not ready yet, he just fondles himself under his towel.  I go back and eat his freshly fucked hole before fucking him once more.

The Black guy watches us for a long time.  When he leaves, I suggest Osvaldo follow him and offer himself one on one.  He nods—and goes after him.

I am left with a guy who has been eyeing my cock from the moment I sat down.  Somewhere in the middle of the first fuck, he’d settled on a bench behind the fuck bench.  He has had a great view of me thrusting into Osvaldo.  Now he wants to get on the fuck bench.  I nod.  He gets on, reaching back to pull his right cheek to the side.  I am lubed and push it.  His ass is the exact opposite of Osvaldo’s it feels wide open already. 

I fuck, slowly at first.  And then I smell it.  He hasn’t cleaned.  At least not properly for my size.  I pull out.  I lean over and whisper to him he needs to check his clean out.  He looks at me as if I am crazy.  I head for the rest room, not very happy...

*

I find Osvaldo at the medical table.  Tonight, it is canted at an angle. Osvaldo steps up on the foot rest and leans forward.  It’s actually a great fuck angle—he feels totally different as I slide into him.  The only drawback is that his head is too high to have a dick in his mouth while he’s fucked.  But he takes my hard ass pounding.  We have a stroker watching us.  He doesn’t want to fuck.  I pull out and tell Osvaldo to suck this cock.  He does.  When the guy has had enough, Osvaldo stands back on the bench and I fuck him once more.

The old television viewing area downstairs has been re-done and has two double bed mattresses in it, each on a frame so you aren’t fucking on the floor.  I suggest we try it.  We go down the stairs, but it’s too cold.  The room is freezing.  We head back upstairs and do another round on the fuck bench.

*

We take a break from each other.  I decline going into his room so he can film.  He has countless videos of me sawing into him already.  I go into the sauna and soon have a hot mouth of my cock.

We meet back at the sling.  I have been pounding water all night to give him the piss he craves.  And I’m ready.  Osvaldo hops into it.  I kneel and taste his hole.  I can taste that another man has been in him.  Not a load, but a nice precummer.  I eat him out.  Hungrily.  A man in a sling is so perfect for getting my tongue deep inside him.  Osvaldo groans.  He begins to beg me to fuck him.  I rise up and slide in.  I pound him, rattling the chains.  Suddenly I stop.  I concentrate.  The floodgates open and I am pissing up his hole.  A torrent…and I can’t possibly control it.  Finally, it dwindles down, then stops.  I pull out carefully.  His eyes are big as he gets out of the sling and races for the shower—where I know he will film the fountain shooting out of his ass.

I go and sit on a bench to watch some porn.  A hot cub asks if he can suck me.  I agree.  He is terrific.  His knees get tired, so I stand on the bench so he can suck me with ease standing up.  A man passes us, a friend of the Cub’s.

“You need to suck this guy.”  So, the new man sucks me. And the Cub finds another man to keep himself busy.  Then it’s that new guy on me and the two friends suck each other.  In the end, I’m passed around to five guys—each who take a turn and eventually come back for a second round.  Not all have great skills, but the moment is so alive and spontaneous it is wonderful.

I finally step off the bench.  The Cub sits there and I fuck his face for a moment.  I also surprise him by sucking his cock.  “I’d love that thing up my ass,” he tells me.  We go to the fuck bench and I eat his furry hole.  The exact opposite of Osvaldo’s smooth cheeks.  Damn, I love variety!

I fuck him hard.  My hips on his plumper ass make a delightful smacking sound.  I slow down and pull out.  “Let me taste it…” he whispers.  I let him clean my cock.  He has a nice ass, but his mouth is golden…

Osvaldo has been watching the fuck.  I can’t quite read his expression.  When the Cub gets up and goes, I decide it time for me to go home.  I point to the sling and Osvaldo hops in.  The oral session with the five guys has really gotten my juices flowing.  We can’t seem to get anyone else to breed Osvaldo tonight—so I will.  I eat his hole—tasting the flavor of my piss. I grease up and enter him.   Osvaldo moans and I begin pumping hard, right off the bat.  I am on a mission. 

Osvaldo sees it in my eyes.  “Breed me!  Give it all to me.”

I fuck faster….and I’m there.  Relief with each spurt filling Osvaldo’s hot ass…

History: The Great Outdoors

 1991- 1994

 

I was determined to find the gay beach at Saugatuck.  The village on Lake Michigan had always been an artist colony with welcoming non-conformists.  It had, and still has, a large gay population in the summer as men flee the cities for the shore. 

I know my brother had mentioned the beach early on, but I know he didn’t give me specifics—and it was harder to ask him, in this pre-texting age, as he was now living in NYC.  My Damron Guide told me it existed, but not how to access it.  In a move that was brave for me at the time, I just went, assuming I could find it.

My first stop was at Oval Beach, the public park.  I sunned and watched.  Men were all over this area—but so were families.  I walked the dunes behind the parking lot.  Nothing sexual there—and it was too close to the family beach.  I went back to my towel.  I saw men trooping north along the shoreline.  Was that the answer?  I was too unsure to follow them—and I had run out of time that day and needed to head home.  I rolled my clothes up in my towel and went to the car in my red and white Speedo.

As I was unlocking the door, I heard a voice:  “Now, you are a man who should always wear a Speedo.”

I turned.  A gorgeous man, in his thirties was standing there.  He had long hair that was incredibly curly.  He wore a Speedo as well—and it showed everything.  He looked like he stepped out of a surfing magazine.  We chatted.  He assumed I’d been at the gay beach.  I told him I’d looked for it but wasn’t sure where it was.  He confirmed that you went north.  “Make sure you walk as close to the water as possible so that the people who own that house you can kinda see in the dunes can’t say you’re trespassing.  The beach is next.  You’ll see an old guy in a chair and he’ll want five dollars.  Pay him and go back into the dunes.”

I thanked him.  He asked if I wanted to come back to his motel.  I declined, as I really did have to head home. 

It was agony to wait the two weeks until, with my busy summer schedule, I had another Saturday off.  But I went back and followed the hot guy’s instructions.  I gave the ‘old guy’ (he was likely 45!) my crisp five-dollar bill.  He smiled and told me to have fun.  I watched the men ahead of me go a couple of hundred yards father down the beach until they went into the dunes.  I followed their example.  Once there, I could see a path in the long grass growing in the sand.  I made it up to the top.   A hot man was lying on his blanket—totally naked and browned by the sun, his large cock plumped but not hard, lolling to the side of his hairy balls.  He didn’t even open his eyes as I passed.

I went down the dune and up the next.  Less vegetation now.  I found a spot, away from the path and unrolled my towel.  I had my lunch, a book, some suntan lotion and a water bottle.  I was set.  I stripped down and sprawled on the towel.  I loved how the sun felt on my cock, but soon I smeared it with lotion, so as not to burn.

All these years later, I don’t know if anything else happened that day. I know I watched men go down over the third set of dunes into a wooded area.  I guessed that that was where the horny guys went in search of each other.  I likely took a tour—but I’m sure I didn’t play.  I had my condoms, but oral sex seemed to be (logically) the order of the day and I wasn’t sure what I was ready to do.  This was the early days of HIV—and we just didn’t know much yet.

Over the summers I went there, I do remember often joining two guys who were going at it.  I would lick balls and nipples and stroke dicks.  Occasionally the Magnums came out—but I never wanted to ask a guy to suck with a condom on, but if they suggested it, sure.  Occasionally, I fucked.  It sounds so mild now—but it was where my head was then.  And what I had promised Rob.

There is one more thing that happened in the dunes.  I was lying on the top of the third set of dunes, a little way from the main path.  I had been a number of times that summer and actually had a tan.  I had watched for a moment two men having sex on their blanket before I settled into my space.  I was still hard.  Suddenly there they were, standing on either side of me, still naked, with sated cocks swaying.

“Well look at you.  You sure liked what you saw…”

I nodded and started to say something about being sorry if I intruded.  I didn’t get out more then a couple of words before the other guy said, “It looks like you need to be cooled down…”

And they both began to piss on me.  I have mentioned a guy that Rob and I pissed on, but I had never been the recipient.  They aimed at my cock.  They were beer drinkers—and had huge loads.  My cock had gone down a little when I sensed trouble, now it sprang to a hardness that surprised me.  One stream left my cock and started up my chest, just shy of my face.  I touched my cock—and I shot a huge load.

They laughed good naturedly as their streams dwindled.  I loved lying there in the baking sun, letting the piss and cum dry naturally.  I knew I had to find out more about piss play…

*

My main job kept me in Michigan from February to September.  I had the fall to job out.  I often went to Nashville, either to act or direct.  I loved the change of venue.  If I was in the show, once it was open, I had tons of free time during the day.  Quite near the dinner theatre was a huge park.  I often went there.  I would read at a picnic table or a remote bench near a trail.  Once, though it was fall in Michigan, it was still a hot summer in Tennessee, I sunbathed in my Speedo on the side of a hill.   

A car drove past.  It came back.  And again.  It parked down by the set of restrooms, but in my line of sight.  Soon a large, corpulent man came puffing up the hill.  He’d tied his shirt so his hairy belly hung out and he had somehow squeezed himself into a pair of white short shorts.  He began walking in huge circles around me, nodding at me when he was in my vision.  The circle soon spiraled, so he was closer and closer to me. Finally, he lumbered up to my side, panting.  “Sure is hot out.”

I agreed.  He walked away, repeating his mantra.  The next time he passed me, he had pulled the short shorts up—and exposed his miniscule uncut cock.  When I didn’t immediately jump up and pull him into the woods, he stomped back down to his car.

I sighed, but also smiled.  The light bulb had gone off that cruising happened here.

I soon recognized the guys that stayed in their cars, relentlessly driving the back half of the park.  The more successful ones got out a pavilion and sat ready to talk.  Down by the river, I found men sucking.  They stopped dead, deer in the headlights.  I quickly showed my cock; I was not a cop undercover.  They resumed and I approached, helping out by twisting the nipples of the guy getting head as he held onto my big dick. 

I cruised there often, over the 1990’s.  I didn’t like the trails in the hills as you often ran into straight couples.  Down by the river was our territory. 

One time, I came late in the last light of evening as there was no show that night.  It was clear when I arrived, but clouds were gathering fast.  Just as I decided to leave my picnic table under the pavilion, the rain started.  A down pour.   I was not about to head to my car, even parked a few feet away.

I saw headlights coming towards me down the long twisting road to get to this spot.  They parked directly in front of me—headlights in my face.  They snapped off and a cute guy got out and made the dash to under the shelter.

We chatted.  We both knew why we were here.  He made the first move.  His hand landed on the bulge in my 501’s.

“Nice.”  he smiled.  “Tell me that you’re a top and love to fuck.”

“I am top who loves to fuck.  But with Magnums.”

“Perfect.”  And he pulled a string of them out, too.

“Where?” I asked.

“Right here is great.  We can see anyone approach long before they get here.  And it is hours before the rangers start patrolling.”

I wasn’t sure.  But my dick was.  I opened my pants and he lost his clothes.  He had a wonderfully smooth ass.  I ached to lick that hole, but I didn’t.  He lay on the table, legs in the air, ass at the end so I could stand.  I fingered his hole, getting him slippery with lube.  I suited up, lubed up and slid in. 

“Slow…oh my God…Yes!”

His cock erected and he began to jerk it.  I began to fuck.  Slowly.  I wanted this to last.  I varied the tempo.  He talked dirty and told me how he loved my dick.

“Well, well…”

I was a voice behind us.  I pulled out of him fast.  Another handsome man in a waterlogged cowboy hat was there, dripping wet. 

“What the hell?” said the bottom.

“I walked in so you wouldn’t stop if you saw my truck.”  He was stripping as he talked.  His wet clothes were tossed on another table.  He was hard and ready.  “Keep fucking him,” he told me.

The hot scene suddenly caught fire.  Cowboy Hat offered his cock to get sucked.  The bottom hungrily took him as I slid into him once more.  Cowboy Hat saw the condoms and nodded his approval.  I pushed my lube towards him as he suited up.

I pulled out the moment he was ready to go.  Cock two, almost as big, slipped into the willing bottom.  I ripped off the condom so I could jerk with more feeling.  As Cowboy Hat slowed down, I re-lubed and rolled a fresh piece of latex down my shaft.  C H pulled out and I fucked into the hot ass.  The bottom groaned.  C H turned my head and kissed me passionately, making me fuck harder.

We kept trading off.  It was glorious and so unexpected.

“Where do you want my cum?” Cowboy Hat panted.

“Chest.”

The burly guy pulled out, stripped the rubber off his cock and shot a massive load.  I went back up the bottom’s ass.  Working it hard.  “Jerk with me,” I instructed.  He did—and he was close.  I pulled out, unsheathed as I stepped to his side and splatted a huge load on his chest—the first spurt hitting his chin.  This made him cum, too.  We sat there, the rain still coming down in torrents.  We all grinned foolishly at each other…not believing the stroke of luck we’d just had.

To clean up, the bottom stepped out in the rain.  He dried himself with his tee-shirt and got dressed.  Nobody wanted to leave.

And then we saw it.  The headlights winding our way.  With the distance we had the chance to pick up the shitload of condoms we’d used and get them in a trash can.  The lube was in my pocket.  We looked like three friends enjoying the quiet, but wet night.

The ranger arrived.  He’d seen Cowboy Hat’s vacant truck.  “You know the park closes in about an hour?” he reminded us.  He looked at us again.  Was it a smirk?  Or a smile…

“Take care.”  And he was gone.

We sat another moment before taking off.  All of us knew we’d just lucked into something really special…

*

The gay beach was sold and closed by the 2000’s.  Around that same time, they built an elementary school near the cruising end of the Nashville park.  And no one went there to cruise.

Going Deep Into S J

 My Playroom—April, 2026

 

I was more than ready for some good buddy sex, after my Dom/sub session.  S J, who I’d first met at the sex party in Grand Rapids (which has now gone on hiatus) was eager to come down.  We settled on a Thursday in the middle of the month.

S J had just gotten a subscription for Trimix and wondered if he could use it.  I had no problem with that.  On his arrival, we hugged and he went straight off to the bathroom to take care of things.  We went down together.  I lay on the bed watching him strip, tossing his clothes in the chair by the door…

 

S J crawls between my splayed legs.  My cock is already out of the jock and hard.  He licks up my shaft.  Slowly.  Enjoying every millimeter.  Eventually, he swallows me down, taking it all.  He chokes—and pulls off me.  He does it all again.  And again.

“I want to lick your balls.  Go over to the bench.”

The fuck bench is still in the table position.  I sit on the edge and he kneels in front of me.  His tongue is all over my sack.  He lifts them so he is able to lick my cockring.  He flirts with licking down my perineum.  Then it’s sucking the orbs, one at a time, into his mouth.  I keep murmuring my appreciation as he goes along.

“Let’s change places.  I want to eat your ass.”

I kneel and my tongue works its way into his pucker.  As always, S J opens easily.  My tongue is delightfully deep inside him.  I slather my cock with coconut oil as I lick.  I stand up and slide in.  I bottom out as S J moans.  A brief hold and I begin a slow, welcoming fuck.  It builds.  Harder and intense.  I suddenly pull out of him.  I know he wants to taste his juices, so I step to his mouth.  He devours me.

I go back and fuck him again, using his additional saliva for more lube.  He cleans me once more, moaning deep in his throat.  On the way back to his ass, I grab the Ballistic Butt Bomb.  I dip the oval end of it in the coconut oil and, with a circular motion, push it into him.  He gasps.  I add my cock.  I love this new DP toy.  The thin shaft of the toy is under me—and my raging cock head keeps battering the head of the toy ever deeper into him.

I twirl it out of him, re-lube and do it all again.

We move to the sling.  S J slips into the stirrups all on his own.  I eat his abused hole.  I fuck it.   I go get the clear dildo with the black handle.  I grease it up and he takes it as deeply as any man in my stable.  Suddenly, I push the toy downwards.  The handle is under my balls in just a blink of an eye.  I add my cock to this toy, too, something I’ve never done before.  S J keeps nodding to me.  He loves it.  It’s tight, but with all the lube, very pleasurable.

I pull out and hang the chain from the middle of the sling frame.  I buckle up ankle restraints on each of his legs.  I clip his ankles to the chain so his legs are straight up.  I kneel and eat his exposed hole.  I stand and fuck him in this position.  It gives me his hot ass at a totally new angle—and we both love it.

Leaving his legs at 90 degrees, I grab the Seahorse, the curved and ridged toy.  I work it into him.  Then I fuck with the real thing.  Now the Seahorse with the curve going the opposite way.  And me, again.

I unclip his ankles let him return to the stirrups.  I eat his swollen ass lips.  He moans.  It’s time for the main event.  I slip the closed speculum into him.  I crank it open.  Slowly.  He groans.  My finger keeps playing with his prostate after each turn of the crank.  The Trimix has worked and S J is rock hard.  I play.  I crank.  It’s now wide enough to add my dick.  I stand up and fuck him.  As always, I enjoy the stainless steel to the sides of my cock and his hot flesh above and below.

I pull out, my dick making a sucking sound as the fuck has created a vacuum.  I finger him a little more, now fucking him once again, and only then, begin to slowly close the medical tool.

His hole is so ready for my hand.  Grease up the left and quickly have his sphincter snapping closed around my wrist.    I rotate it out and go in again.  This time, I’m standing and my hard cock can slide down my wrist and disappear into him, where my hand can cup my cock.  I fuck him—letting my cock glide between my fingers deep in his insides.

I switch to my right hand.  I try to add my cock with my fist this way, too.  But it’s never been as comfortable.  I get my dick out of him and let my right hand slowly explore his insides…

*

We’ve taken a break to rest my back after all the fisting.  As S J still has the ankle restraints on, I suggest I add the spreader bar.  He gets on the flattened fuck bench.  I clip the bar in place.  He grabs it and rolls back, giving me his ass again for another great fuck.

We move back to the sling.  I do a lot of alternate hand play.

His cock is still rock hard.  I add wrist restraints to S J.  I get him out of the sling and clip his arms to the chains, above his head.  His cock is jutting out.  I go to my knees and begin sucking him.  He squirms in pleasure.  Eventually, I stop, having enjoyed something new with him.

I unhook him and he lolls back in the sling.  “My hole is beginning to tell me to go easy on it.”

“Done?”

“Not quite yet.”

I ask him to pick a toy.  He chooses the big Sex Machine, the one that is molded to look like a robot’s cock.  I grease it up.  He takes maybe two thirds of it.  I add more lube.  This time, he takes three quarters of it.

And his hole had had enough.  We can’t keep the goofy looks of pleasure off either of our faces…

 

FP, the Dom

 My Playroom—April, 2026

 

And now for something slightly different…

 

I had reactivated my FetLife profile.  I was enjoying interacting with a slightly different crowd.  Towards the middle of April, I got an intriguing message.  It was from a young married man (with children) who was in Michigan on a business trip.  He wanted his ass used.  But not penetration.  Or more importantly, not by my cock.  We talked a lot.  I never learned a first name.  He would not send me a text—both due to privacy concerns.  At first, this really raised red flags for me.

“Normally, I would ask you to meet on neutral ground,” he wrote, “but we kind of used up that window of time.  Could I come to your house, meet, and then we can decide if we want to play?”

It was a Monday night.  I had no other plans—and if he didn’t show, I would just watch one more episode of the foreign drama I was watching on PBS.  And the pictures of his ass were inviting.  So, I said yes. 

He arrived.  Nice looking.  Suburban.  The young dad you see pushing the stroller in the park.  We talked more.  He loved impact play on his ass.  He was often pegged by his wife, so he knew he could take smaller dick—but he was petrified to have me fuck him, even with a Magnum.

We went down to look at the playroom.  It was a wonderland to him.  He saw the toys, the leather and the flogger.  “There are toys here I know I can take,” he murmured.  Then he saw the speculum.  “I love that.  I have a three prong one, but I’ve never had one in me that was just the two.”  That seemed to be the deciding factor.  He was in.

I double checked safe words with him.

“When you hear me on the stairs, kneel there.”  I pointed to the base of the flattened fuck bench. I left him to strip to a jock and socks.  I did the same upstairs, but with boots and my leather vest.  I knocked on the door and opened it.  He was there.  Looking good. mostly naked. 

I had a moment of indecision.  He wasn’t going to suck my cock—where I always start.  Instead, I told him to get up and kneel on the bench.  His ‘jock’ was assless underwear, but it still framed his cheeks nicely.  I grabbed the leather paddle and knelt behind him…

 

I start slow, with measured, light strokes on his ass, the slap of the leather on skin, filling the room.  I warm his ass.  I build until I am leaving red marks on his skin.  I lick them.  He groans.  He finds the mirror on the side wall under the sling and watches me work his butt.  I paddle him again.  Slightly harder.  This time, my tongue finds his hole.  He gasps.  I wonder if I’ve gone too far, but he murmurs, “Yes, Sir!”

I switch to the wooden paddle.  Lightly.  Growing to a full paddling.  Jake used to tell me I fisted in 4/4 time—well, I paddle in it, too—stronger smacks on one and three.  I love his freshly warmed cheeks as I lick his hole a second time.

The assless briefs are not cut for play.  I have to keep pulling them down.  We pause and take them off.  I love that his cock is an unending drip of precum onto the bench as I use both paddles again.

We pause.  I get him up.  I hug him, asking if this is what he wants.  He nods—I am giving him just what he loves.  I have him sit.  “I know you don’t do restraints on a first meet, but I want to use them as a way to hold your legs in the air.

He nods.  “I trust you already.”

I add the ankle restraints as he sits on the bench.  I attach the spreader bar, instructing him to roll back.  He does.  I push the bar to his chest, telling him to keep it there.  I paddle his ass until I can feel the warmth.  Then I lick the red cheeks, before finding his hole with my tongue.  He groans.  He looks over in the mirror at just how helpless he is at this moment.  It makes him shiver.  But in a good way.

I stand up, my dick is hard and throbbing.  It’s the first time he’s really seen it.  “Those pictures don’t do you justice.  I’ve never seen a bigger one in person.”

I shrug and unbuckle the spreader.  We move to the sling.  I start to take the ankle restraints off, but he stops me.  “I like the feel of them.”  I get his legs in the stirrups.  Both paddles work his ass.  As does my tongue.  I hang a chain from the top of the sling frame.  I fasten his legs to it, so they are straight up in the air.  More paddling.  More soothing tongue.

His cock drools.

I get his legs back in the stirrups.  I take my brother’s flogger, which I rescued during his move.  The ceiling of the playroom is too low for truly flogging his ass, but I dump the many strands of it on his chest and slowly pull them over his crotch and then down his ass crack.  He shivers.  I slap his ass with it, lightly—but the sound in the small, enclosed room is terrific.

I hang it back up.  I take over the Spades toy.  “Do you think you’d like this?”  He handles it, check the size at the big end of each spade.

“It’s the same diameter there as the toy my wife uses.  Please, Sir.”

I lube it with coconut oil.  He loves the feel of the lube—and the toy as it inches into him.  He takes three of the five spades.  The small pink butt plug is also the same diameter at it’s largest.  He takes it next, relishing the snapping shut of his hole around the end.

I grease up the speculum, still with coconut oil.  He takes it like a champ.  It slowly forces him open.  Wider and wider.

“You know, I usually add my dick when you are this open…” I let the thought hang there.

Silence.

“Do it.”

I make a show of getting the Magnum on me.  I kneel and give it one last turn.  I stand up—and over an hour into our play, I finally enter him.  His eyes are riveted to the mirror above him.  He can’t believe how good it feels.  How full. 

I pull out.  Another turn wider.  I re-insert.  This time his eyes are screwed shut—he is concentrating on the feel of it all.  I fuck him.  Slowly.  Until he opens his eyes and watches my cock push into him.

I pull out and begin to screw the speculum closed.  It eventually slips out, clattering on the towel under the sling.  His eyes are shining.  I help him out of the sling.  His legs are visibly shaking.

I have one last trick up my sleeve.  I pull out the rimseat and set it up.  I get under.  He sits, saying “I’ve never done this…”

My tongue invades him.  So deeply.  I reach up and feel his cock.  It is plumping—and still drooling.  I wipe up his drool with a finger and he feels me smear it on his hole.  I hungrily lick it off. 

We’d set a time frame for when he had to leave (to check in with the family) and we are slightly over it.  I slow down, knowing he’s not going suddenly get the urge to ride my cock.

I tap his legs.  He rises a little unsteadily.  I get up.  “Is this what you wanted?”

His answer is to wrap his arms around me in a bear hug…