Maximum Impact

 My Playroom—March, 2025

 

On the last day of March, Braydon, the cum pig who loves to take loads at the bookstore, came to my playroom instead.  We had talked about him coming back here before, but the lure of involving other men in the scene was too strong and we’d always settled on the bookstore.

Braydon asked if the bookstore was still selling Maximum Impact, with the recent crackdown on poppers.  I said I didn’t know for sure as I never look at that particular display cabinet when I buy my ticket.  I told him I had a can left by another man who either didn’t like it or couldn’t take it home—and Braydon was welcome to it.

Maximum Impact is often likened to poppers.  It’s not the same, at least to me.  Poppers cause euphoria for mere seconds (that perhaps seems longer).  The one time I tried MI, it made time stand still.  I couldn’t move for what seemed like very long minutes.  That may be a good thing for a bottom, but for a top in the middle of thrusting it was horrible.  I never took another huff.

I had also been around a guy at IML who mixed poppers and MI and he kept passing out, scaring the rest of the group.  I can still see him sliding down the pole of the sling frame where he’d been standing into an inert puddle on the floor.  His partner was not worried at all and kept fucking the bottom du jour… 

 

Braydon strips in the playroom.  I ditch my robe.  He kneels and takes a deep whiff of my jock.  I have worn the most fragrant of the current three on rotation.  He mouths the rough fabric.  My cock thickens.  Soon, it is down his throat.  He pulls off me, sprays some MI on a washcloth he’s brought and huffs it, then takes me back into his mouth.  He freezes up.  I fuck his face for a moment, but he’s not able to pay attention to covering his teeth.  I pull out before I’m really hurt.  When the spray wears off, he sucks me again, back to his usual self. 

The fuck bench is still in the flat table position, left over from when Jaylen was here.  I suggest he gets up on it.  Braydon kneels on all fours.  I kneel and begin to tongue fuck his hole.  He groans and tells me it feels great.  He sprays and huffs.  He is now silent.  Frozen.  Not responsive.  I stand up and fuck.  It seems to time with the MI wearing off.  He moans and says something about being full.  He sprays, huffs and is gone again.  I keep fucking.

When he’s back with me I pull out and bring my wet cock to his mouth.  He cleans me.  He huffs and I fuck him a second time.  I fuck him harder.  When he seems back to reality, I tell him not to huff, I want him to clean my cock again.  He either ignores me or doesn’t hear me.  He huffs and I know he can’t use his mouth.

I grab the Ballistic Butt Bomb off the convenient new shelf unit loaded with the new toys.  I grease it and work it into Braydon.  He gives me no response.  I add my dick, fucking on top of the thin shaft, my cock head banging into the stainless-steel ball.  This gets a slight murmur before another round of spray.

I use the Seahorse.  Braydon’s hole takes it.  He makes no sound at all.

“You okay?” I ask.

I get a grunt and carry on.  I fuck—just my dick in his stretched hole.  I pull out and grab the eggheaded dildo.  I work it in and add my cock.  I get no feedback.  I ask repeatedly if he’s okay. 

“I’m fine,” he finally tells me.

“Let’s move to the sling.” 

No response.

“Let’s use the sling.”

Nothing.

“The sling.”

It sinks in and he gets up shakily and I help him get into it.  I rim.  He huffs.  He is gone by the time I stand up to fuck.  His face is vacant.  I keep going as he slowly comes back to reality.  He takes more.

I stop fucking and find the black butt plug.  He twists away from this, unable to verbalize—though he has taken bigger toys.  I wait until he seems to be back to reality.  “Do you want to eat my ass?” I ask, knowing how much he loves this.

“I’m fine…”

“To do me?  Or to lie there?”

“I’m fine…”

I have reached my limit.  I might as well be jerking off in a human fleshlight. 

I eat his hole again.  I stand up and fuck him.  I fake an orgasm.  I don’t pull out of his ass until he halfway returns to reality.  I take the can away from him and toss it on the bed behind me.  I let him sober up. 

“I shot my load, sorry.  I needed to get off, I guess.”

He looks puzzled.

I help him out of the sling.

He showers.

He feels something is off.  But I am too angry to trust myself to put it into words.  I make him take the can of Maximum Impact home and out of my house.  He gives me one last puzzled look as he leaves…

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Maximum Impact has joined the list of hard drugs I will not allow in my playroom or in the guys who come for a fuck.  I want human interaction while I play.  That’s why I love the sling.  We are face to face and I can see what you are feeling and vice versa.

Braydon use to read the blog.  I don’t know if he still does.  I hope he reads this so we can talk…