Back At It

I can’t believe it’s been over a week.  But…

I made it to IML…and that’s when it happened. 

I went to Derrick and Jacob’s room.  I was ordered to strip.  I was thrown on my back.  Jacob spat on my hard cock and began to ride me.  It was terrific.  I could feel Derrick doing something with my ankles.    I couldn’t move them.  He came up and kissed me as he cuffed my wrists above my head.   I barely struggled at first for I knew I wasn’t going anywhere.  A blindfold was slipped on as Jacob got off my dick and Derrick got on.  I became nothing but a sex toy.  Over and over again…

I was there for days.  They fed me nothing but their piss and Gatorade laced with Viagra.  When the two of them tired of me, they opened the door to their hotel room and invited in a string of anonymous bottoms to impale themselves on my cock….

Oh, all right.  That’s the first piece of fiction I’ve ever posted here. 

I was at IML.  I did see the two of them for a delicious fourway.  But I was in Chicago for just a day and half.  I rushed home and started the huge project that takes up so much of my summer.  Once back in Michigan, I have barely checked the blog.

Well, things are calming now.  I will be able to post again, if not do much play.  But I have decided to start writing again from where I left off in March.  The first thing I did at IML was too much like Fukd.  I think I want to save that write up.  I took good notes while at IML and I will certainly give you a post about each experience I had amongst the leather men.

I have a meeting tonight—but Sunday morning is reserved at this keyboard.  Stay tuned. 

And thanks for understanding.