Hogtying Declan

 My Playroom—November, 2022

 

Declan, the young man in the military, who came to me in August to open his ass, needed another session.  We set one up, but his superiors changed his schedule and he had to cancel.  He was finally on my doorstep again on an evening in November.  He looked great:  just under 30 years old, tall—with a little extra weight and a whole lot of muscle.

“I need to tell you, I’ve had nothing in my butt since you were in there.”

“That’s a shame,” I told him as I took him downstairs.  “Strip and put your clothes on the chair by the door.  I’ll be back.” 

He tried to grin at me as I shut the door…

 

I go to my room and strip down.  I put on my wrist cuff and jock.  I leave my boots untied.  I tromp down the stairs again.  Declan is naked, but for his underwear (He remembers we had texted about how I liked to rip a hole in briefs to get to a man’s hole.)  I tell him to kneel by the fuck bench.  I sit on the bed and slowly lace up my boots.  He’s nervous.  And I make him more so by stretching out the time it takes to tie my bootlaces. 

I stand up, pat his head and say, “Let’s get these on you.”

I take the restraints off the sling chains.  I buckle them around his closest ankle.  Now, the other one.  “Hold out your hand.”  He extends his right arm and I fasten the leather around his wrist.  “And again.”  His eyes are wide as I tighten the strap down.  I move and let the sling down, so it hangs by just two chains, covering the mirror on the wall there.  I stand under the frame.  “Come here.”  I point to the spot at my feet.  He moves from the bench to kneel in front of me.  “Open your mouth.”  He does.  My hand finds the back of his head and pulls him into the ripe jock pouch.  He tongues it with a slight groan. 

I just want to be in his mouth, so I release his.  I pull my cock out of the jock.  It begins to harden at the sight of him on his knees.  His hands are behind his back—without being told to put them there.  I slap his face with my cock—which hardens it completely.  He opens wider and I shove it into him.  He starts to gag, but masters it.  He is still learning oral technique, but it’s just fine for now.  I simply want it wet.

“Up on the bench.”

He mounts it, offering me his ample ass.  I go to my knees, pull down the briefs and stick my tongue up his hole.  He groans.  Damn, he’s tighter than the first time.  I slobber on his hole and push it in.  I tongue fuck him for a long time.  I move to two fingers.  I try my cock.  No way.  I grab the smallest butt plug and grease it up.  It glides in fairly easily.  He pants as he takes it, telling me to open his “cunthole.”

I fuck him with the toy.

Then my fingers again.

“You ready for my cock?”

He grunts something unintelligible.  I stand up, greased and ready.   My cock head pops in.  He grunts.  But I push on in.  Slowly.  Completely.  Balls deep.  It’s a short fuck.  He whimpers on every stroke.  He is still damned tight.  I pull out and bring my cock up to his mouth.  He cleans me thoroughly.  Almost reverently.  I fuck a little more before saying “Let’s move to the sling.”

I fasten it back in place and Declan climbs in.  I clip his wrist above his head; his ankles are clipped to the chains and not the stirrups.  I eat his hole again. He is wet now, from my saliva and precum and even more from his own juices, desperately making lube to help with the fleshy intruder.  I stand up.  I slide in.  Easier now.  He sighs instead of grunts.  “It’s easier on your back, isn’t it?”  Declan nods.  I make a mental note to start him here the next time. 

I fuck him for a long time.  I vary the speed and the depth of my thrusts.  I often stand still and push and pull the sling (and Declan) onto my hard cock. 

“I want to try another stretch.”  I grab the small speculum.  This is new to him.  He enjoys the cool metal going in.  And the slow crank open. 

“Now I’m adding my dick.”  Declan gasps as I fuck him with the toy in place.  

I fuck and fuck…

I leave him alone in the sling and go to work on the fuck bench.  I lower the middle piece so it is now a level surface—a padded table.  I unclip Declan and have him lay on his back on the table.  I grab the hogtie rings from the shelf—and clip all four of the restraints to it.  The rings are right over his chest, pulling his arms and legs into a fuck position.  I push down on the hogtie.  His legs roll his ass up a little for easier entry.  I fuck him.  He can’t move at all, unless I loosen my grip.  Declan is in heaven.  He loves being immobile while getting his ass reamed out.  I fuck him hard, my balls slapping his upturned ass with a delightfully wet sound.

I finally need to take a break.  I’m sure he does, too.  I unclip him and let him stretch his legs.

“Do you want to be bred?”

“Fuck, yes.  I want to walk around base with your load in me.”

This makes my dick drool.

We choose the sling for the breeding.  I eat his freshly fucked hole.  The mix of juices running out of his ass is intoxicating.  It will be easy to breed this man.  I re-lube myself as I eat him out. 

“My hole feels so open,” he murmurs.

“You need to find someone close to home to fuck you,” I tell him as I stand up.  “This ass shouldn’t have to wait 3 months for cock.”   I slide in, just as I say the last part of the sentence. 

Declan groans.  “Fuck me…”

I already am.  A hard driving fuck that is going to take me over the edge.

“Breed my ass.  Cum in me…” he groans again and again.  A mantra of need.

I slow the fuck.  Each stroke is now deliberate.  And harder.  My full length everytime.  The mantra becomes a whimper.  He can see it in my face—that I am so damn close.

And I’m there.  I shoot into him spurt after spurt until my balls are empty…

 

Declan’s first visit is here:  Serving His Country and Serving Me