Restraining Perry

 My Playroom—February, 2023

Perry, after his whoring out at the bookstore with slings (if you need a refresher, it’s here) wanted some one-on-one fucking.  We chatted a little by text. He wanted to wear his cock cage.  I encouraged it.  He admitted some trick had scoffed at his little dick—and he’d found that a turn on.  I made a mental note.

We set a date for the middle of the month.

 

Perry is looking good.  He wonders the house a little, looking at the various antiques as we chat.  But soon enough he is stripping off in the playroom.  I go up to get rid of my clothes.  I have the new jock on again.  It has one nice streak of dried precum across the pouch.  I go down and have Perry take a picture. 

I pull out the thick mat I use for the rimseat and place it by the bed.  He kneels, his cock cage full of his tiny dick.

“Suck my cock.”

He inhales deeply, his face pressed to the fabric, before he does anything.  He mouths the pouch a little.  I must be impatient, for I get my junk out myself.  He pleases me by licking my balls first.  Licking not sucking.  He leaves them very wet—which makes my cock totally stand up.  He hunkers down so his tongue can get under them.  He licks my perineum, too.  Groaning.  In the back of his throat.  As if he is tasting something incredible.  I am glad he loves the taste--for I feel the true smell/taste of a man is right there.  Six hours after my morning shower.  I groan, too as his tongue bathes me.

He now works upwards, across the wet balls and up the shaft I have been lightly stroking.  I let his mouth take over.  I know I am precumming like crazy.  His tongue keeps returning to my piss slit, swabbing it clean.

“Let me taste your hole.  Up on the bench.”

Perry gets in place, checking that he can see himself in the mirror on the side wall.  I go to my knees and dive into his spread ass cheeks.  I wallow in the hairy crack and tongue drill his hole.  I don’t rim as long as some days—my cock is demanding to fuck.  I stand.  My big helmet head pushes in with a slight plop.  Perry pants—and, as his breathing returns to normal, I slide the rest of the way into his tight, wet hole.

I fuck.  Slowly.  Long and deep.  Using every inch of my dick.

“Fuck me harder, Sir.”

I pick up the pace.  I love to hear the sound of my wet balls slapping against him as I pound away.

I pull out.  I bring my wet cock to his mouth.  He devours it.  Cleaning me thoroughly. 

“Leave me wet, I want to go back without more lube.”

Perry leaves plenty of spit on my dick.  I like watching it slip through his ass lips.  I fuck him just as hard the second time around, taking pictures as I do it…

*

Perry is in the sling.  Seeing the cock cage, I remember to mention his little dick.  How does he feel submitting to a man with a superior cock?  Does he open his hole to any man who’s bigger?

Perry’s eyes gleam at each sentence.  He pushes back harder, rocking the sling into me.  I can just stand still and be impaled by his hungry ass.  As the momentum he created slows, I grab the D rings of the sling and pull it onto me.  Then push it back and pull it forward again.  Perry’s eyes are on the mirror above him, watching his ass be filled again and again.

“Something new,” I tell him.  I unsnap one the ankle restraints from where they are hanging by the regular stirrups.  I buckle it on his right ankle.  And the same for the left.  “Stay there.”  I leave to lower the middle section of the fuck bench, so it becomes a padded table.  When I’m done, I help Perry out of the sling.   “Sit on the table and lie back, your ass right at the edge.  He rolls back, his head instinctively finding the small head piece there for him.  I grab my homemade spreader bar—a couple of clips on either end of a pipe.  I attach it to both his ankle restraints.  I pull the bar towards him and his ass rolls up into position.  “Hold this.”  Perry grabs it as I go to my knees for a little rimming and a slight re-lubing of my cock.

I don’t spend long tonguing his fucked hole.  I spit in it a couple of times, stand, place my hands on the spreader bar and push my dick inside.  Perry gasps. It’s essentially the same position as the sling, but the feeling of being used must be so much stronger.  I push the bar towards his chest a little more.  His ass is pulled up for a fresh assault by my cock.

I fuck him like this until I know I need to give his legs a break.

“I want to feel your tongue on my balls again.” 

I unclip the bar and get him up and off the table.  I get into the sling, suggesting he kneel on the mat he used before.  I spend a nice ten minutes of stroke time as Perry licks my balls and perineum once again.  Occasionally he stands up to deep throat my dick and then goes happily back to licking me.  Swabbing up all the fuck sweat I’ve generated from fucking him so hard…

*

“I want to try something else with you.”

I am out of the sling and reaching for the wrist restraints.  He still happily wears the others.  I attach them to each of his wrists.  I let the back end of the sling down.  It sways, brushing the towel underneath it, hanging from just the front two chains.  I take Perry’s wrists and attach them to a clip that is dead center at the top of the sling frame.  His hands are now above his head.  I pull him back by the hips so he is hanging there, back arched and his legs spread.  His ass is prominently on display—and ready for me to do anything to it.

I smack it with the palm of my hand.  The sound fills the room and Perry groans.  I go to my knees and eat his ass in this new position.  The helpless feeling of it is really getting into his head space.  His ass is so wet now.  I just add more and more spit.

“You want my cock?”

“Yes, Sir!”

I slap my very hard cock on his ass.  I spit on it, not because it needs more lube, but so he can hear me do it.  I grab him by the hips and enter him.  A little rougher than I mean to…Perry gasps and says:

“Fuck me hard!”

I do.  No warm up now.  Just thrusting with a desperate need to shoot my load…