Hogtieing Ross

 North of Home—June, 2021

I had had a couple of sessions with Ross, the man with the AMAZING rosebud, in his new home.  I was headed up for the third time at the top of June.  I took the sling, but I knew I wanted something a little different.  Last time, when I was face fucking him with his head hanging over the edge of the bed, I seemed to have awoken something very sub in his nature.  I packed accordingly…

I have just finished setting up the sling and have stripped down to the now pretty filthy Fukdto jock and my boots.  Ross, tall, good looking and maybe 10 + years younger than me, comes in.  He is dressed only in an ancient, once white jock that has begun to lose its elasticity.   I point to the floor between my legs.  He kneels between my scuffed boots.

“Start with my balls.”

He gets them out of the pouch, leaving the rest of my hardening penis covered.  He takes one, then the other into his mouth, leaving them wet and slippery.  Now I take my cock out.  I slap his cheek with the head.  It makes a hollow sound.  I wipe a drop of precum on his high cheek bone.  Ross groans and opens his mouth to take me.  I let him get me good and wet at his own speed.  But soon I am holding onto the sides of his head and fucking his face.  It feels great—and I can go deep.  But I want to go deeper yet.

“Sit on the bed.”

I pull the ankle restraints out of my bag and begin buckling them onto him.  He presents his wrists for the same treatment.

“Swing around, so you head is over the edge of the bed.” 

He does it—in a smooth, graceful move.  He opens his mouth expectantly.   I straddle his head.  I bend and lower my cock his mouth.  And begin to fuck.  Not too deep at first—just deep enough so he knows I’m in charge.  I do three or four strokes and then pause, letting him get a breath.  Then five or six.  Pause.  And again.

This time, when I pull out he is panting.  I shove right back in and go the deepest yet.  I pull out—getting the long strands of deep throat saliva.  I catch them in my hand and smear them on his face.

He pants.

I grab the hogtie clip.  I fasten his legs to it.  “Take a hit,” I tell him.  The moment the cap is back on it I fasten his wrists to the clips.  I press down drawing his extremities together.  My cock finds his mouth and begins a slow fuck.

He almost chokes—but Ross is loving it.  I throat fuck him one last time.  As deep as I’ve been ever.  Again, I pull up deep throat slime.  This time I smear it on my cock.

I let go of the clips and turn him so his ass is where his head was on the edge of the bed.  Then I grab it again and press down—raising his ass to the perfect height.  My super wet cock slides into his open hole with no other lube than the deep spit.  We both groan as I begin to buck into him. I press the hogtie down towards his chest.  I watch his face struggle and accept that he can’t move.  Even if he wanted to.  And he doesn’t.  He is lost in my raw cock ravaging his hole.

I let up on the pressure as I pull my dick out of him.  Ross rolls to his side—in a fetal position from the hogtie still holding his arms and legs together.  I slide right back into his ass and fuck him with great wet slappings of my hips on his rounded ass.

*

We are in the sling.  I have eaten his well fucked ass.  I have done some lateral stretches with my fingers from both hands.  I rise up and fuck him again—and suddenly stop.

“You’re pissing in me, aren’t you…” he groans.

It’s true.  I am hosing his chute.  It feels like a huge load.  When it finally peters out, I kneel and stick my tongue in him.  I can easily taste my pale piss, mixed with some precum. My lips suck his ass lips into my mouth.  He gives the tiniest push and the flood of piss is pushed out of his ass and into my mouth.  I swallow frantically.  I am not going to waste a drop.

When I’ve gotten it all, I stand up and fuck him hard—with my super engorged dick.

“I have to piss,” he tells me.

We trade places.  He eats my ass while I lie back in the sling.  And he’s good.  Suddenly he stands and hoses down my balls and butt crack.  Instantly he is kneeling and cleaning me off with his tongue.  My balls, my perineum, my ass crack.  The moment he has slurped all his piss off me, swallowing it all, I stop stroking and hold my cock straight up.  It’s not much, but a shower of piss erupts and cascades down all the areas he’s cleaned—and he has to do it all again…

*

Ross is back in the sling.  My left hand is deep in his hole.  I slide my cock in with it and fuck my fingers.  This is an old trick with him…but one he loves.  I slowly wrap my fingers around my shaft deep in his hole.  I jerk myself inside him.

I switch hands—and add my cock again.

“Double me.  Please…”

I re-grease.  Both hands.  I get the left in him easily, and just like I did with my cock, slide my right hand down the left arm until it joins the other hand inside him. 

Ross pants as I hold in place—and then reverse it to get both fists out of him.

I do it again.  Left.  Add the right.  A slight turn.  Hold and get them out.

I repeat it until that hot ass is worn out.

“I still want your cock—but that’s it for hand,” Ross clarifies.

We switch back to the bed.  

I fuck him on all fours.

I kneel and tongue his over overworked hole to soothe it from this over two hour work out.

I feel him push—his rose bud enters my mouth.  He has incredible control.  He can move it in and out of his body—and my mouth—as if he were fucking my face. 

I stop stroking my cock.  His insides swell, filling my mouth, feeding me the precum and the taste of my piss.

It’s too much.  I stand up.   My cock head pushes the mound of the rosebud.  It pushes it back inside him, swallowing my cock in the process.

I fuck no more than five strokes…and shoot.

I stand frozen and not moving.  I let his talented ass milk every drop out of me.

Finally, I kneel.  I whimper as he pushes out one last time.  His perfect red rosebud, now streaked with my white cum.  I open my mouth, he gives a tiny push and I take him inside, my tongue working every fold of flesh…