"This Is Pig Play, Right?"

 My Playroom—January, 2023

 

Towards the end of the month, I got a text from Jack.  He is the bear I’d met at the bookstore, but who has also gotten well fucked in the playroom.  He was horny.  He’d been away on a short sex vacation but was in need of more.  I was happy to have him back. 

He is always eager.  We’d set a 1pm play time—and he was at my door a good 10 minutes early.  I was ready for him.  I took him downstairs, reminded him to put his clothes on the chair, not the bed—and went upstairs to strip myself…

 

Jack is already on his knees as I come in the playroom door.  He is at the base of the bench, hands behind his back, his eyes riveted to the bulge in my yellowed jock.   I walk over.  The pouch of my jock is at the perfect height to bury his face in it.  He inhales deeply and makes a deep guttural sound in the back of his throat.  His tongue snakes out and begins to lick the stained fabric.  I let him get the jock good and wet before I work my balls free of the fabric.

“Lick them—don’t suck.”

He does.  Hungrily. 

“Now, carefully, into your mouth.  One at a time.”

He follows my directions.  He sucks gently on them, leaving the hairy orbs good and wet.  Only now do I get my cock out of the jock.  It is swollen, but once free of the fabric it erects.  The angry red head is drooling and slaps him on the cheek.

“Suck it.”

He does.  Really well—just like when we first met.  Eventually I grab him by the ears and face fuck him, giving him about three quarters of my length.  His cock, swinging free, begins to drool as I do this.  I pull out and turn around.  I reach behind me and pull his face into my ass cheeks.  He mumbles his thanks as he rims me for the first time today, making me groan as I see myself in the mirror directly in front of me.

“I need to do that to you.  Up on the bench.”

Jack scrambles up.  It’s my turn to kneel and tongue his muscle butt.  I push my spit deep into his ass.  He is groaning now, telling me he can’t wait for my dick to be inside him.  I stand up, cock lubed and ready.  I push in.  He flowers open and I sink in, about half my length.  A steady push and now I’m balls deep.

“Fuck, you always feel bigger than I remember,” he mutters. 

I hold a moment and then begin to fuck.  Slow and deep.  Then faster and faster.  I pull out and Jack begs to taste his ass on my cock.  It’s where I was headed—I want him to savor his ass juices.  “Taste your ass,” I grunt out as he slobbers on my dick.  “Leave it good and wet—I’m not going to add any more lube.”  He leaves me slick and dripping.  I walk around and slide back into his hole.  This time the fuck is faster and harder.  He cleans me with his mouth once again when I pull out.

I unsnap the restraints hanging at the four corners of the sling.  I buckle them on his wrists and ankles.  This is new for him.  His cock hardens again as I do it.  I get him up and lower the middle of the fuck bench until it becomes a padded table.

“On your back, ass right at the edge.”

I make a quickly calculation  that I don’t think he’s quite flexible enough for the hogtie—all four pulled together.  I grab the spreader bar instead.  I fasten it to his ankle restraints.  I give it to him to pull his legs into the air.  “Fuck, yes….” he hisses. I kneel and spit on his hole, twice.  I stand, grabbing the bar and rolling his ass back and up to a slightly better angle.  I line up my cock with his now puffy ass lips.  I push forward and he takes every inch of me.  I lean in and fuck him hard.  I love the sound of how wet his hole has become.  He looks down at the mirror on the wall.  It’s placed carefully so he can see me rail into him.  Over and over. 

When I sense he might be tiring, I pull out and let his legs down to the floor before I unclip them from the bar. 

“You want me in the sling?”

He knows my routine too, well, so…”No, I’m getting in the sling and you are going to eat my ass.  This makes him even happier.  I get the foam mat from the rimseat and place it on the floor at the business end of the sling.  I know how long we are both going to want him down there.  I get up and into it.  I have saved some poppers in the freezer just for this moment.  I wait for his tongue to start licking on my tight pucker before I take the first hit.  The moment the cap is back on the bottle I begin babbling how good he is making me feel.  He grunts and tries harder, licking up and down my ass crack.

My cock is rock hard.  And I need to piss.  I point it straight up and let it rain down on his face and my balls.  I am a veritable piss fountain.  I am giving him way more than I expected.  He grunts out his appreciation and licks it all up.  I love going from dry to damp with his saliva to wet with piss to damp again.

“Remember, you can piss on my ass too, if you have any.”

Last time he couldn’t let his piss fly.  But today is different.  He stands up and lets out a steady stream of piss, covering my balls before letting the last of it zero in on my asshole.  The moment his stream peters out, he is back on his knees and licking me clean. I take a second hit and revel in his mouth worshipping my hole, all while catching the steady drip of his piss from my balls onto his tongue.

“I have more piss,” he mumbles into my ass.  “Can I do it again?”

“Fuck, yes!”  I take a hit.  He pisses again, a much weaker stream, down my ass crack.  He licks me clean, saving some piss in his mouth.  He comes around the side of the sling and we yellow ball his piss back and forth in our mouths…

*

Jack is in the sling now.  I am fucking him.  I have used a couple of toys on him.  The egg-headed dildo, of course.  With my dick alongside.    First above the toy, then under it.  Jack has asked for the black butt plug.  At this point, he takes it smoothly and easily. 

I am now fucking to get off, hammering his ass.  Suddenly, I pull out.  It’s my turn to piss on his balls and hole.  I lick it up and move to the side of the sling.  He opens his mouth and this time I let it dribble out of mine in a piss waterfall, landing on his tongue.  He gurgles and swallows.  I give him my dick to clean, too.

I move back to his ass.  “It’s time to breed you.”

He groans an affirmative. 

I fuck.  Harder.

I eat his piss-y hole and jerk my cock.  So damn close.

I stand up, slide in and begin to pump.

“Knock me up,” he grunts out.

And I do.  Blast after blast of cum deep inside his guts. 

I stay in place a long time, marinating in my cum.  Finally, I pull out.  Just the tiniest trickle of cum comes with me, the rest being so deep.  I lick it up, before standing and leaning across him and drooling the few drops into his open mouth.

I towel his ass down a little before he moves.

“So,” he says, “I keep reading about it online.  This is pig play, right?”

I kneel, burrow my tongue into his ass again, then bring it to his mouth before I answer…