Sunday, May 11, 2025

Restraining Keith

 My Playroom—April, 2025

 

I was excited.  Keith was coming back to the playroom.  I hadn’t minded packing up the equipment to go to his place, but it was just easier to be in my own little den of iniquity.  I had done nothing on the Sunday after the house party, so my balls were full for Keith on this sunny Monday afternoon.

He arrived, looking as hot as always.  We hugged and we went straight to the basement.  I shut the door and turned on the porn as he got naked.  Keith is now in his 50’s but you’d not know it.  He stood there, naked, his cock plumping and asked the best possible question: “Where do you want me…?”

 

I don’t answer.  I go and sit on the fuck bench, that is still in the padded table position.  I spread my legs as I point to the floor in front of me.  He kneels.  His mouth is all over the discolored fabric of the jock.  He tongues it.  He pulls it aside and sighs as his tongue finds my balls.  He suckles each one before he moves to my elongated dick.  He licks up the shaft before taking me into his throat for the first of countless times today.  He sucks me for a bit, then moves back to my balls.  And under them.  I lean back, but it’s not as comfortable as I want it to be.

“Let’s move to the bed.”  His face lights up.  I lie down so he can work on all of me below the waist, just as he had at his house.  His tongue is everywhere.  Balls, perineum, cock, piss slit and back again to where he started.  He starts for my asshole, but I stop him.  I want to save that treat for later.

Finally, Keith comes up for air.  He is breathing slightly hard, but the look on his face is ecstatic.   “I need to eat your ass,” I tell him, pointing to the flattened fuck bench.  He gets up and gets on all fours.  I kneel behind him and my tongue connects with his slightly puffy ass lips.  I dig in.  He sighs.  He remembers the mirror on the side wall that show him just what I’m doing.  His gaze is riveted to watching me eat him out.  I can’t get enough of his hole.  It is juicing more and more as my tongue invades him.

Finally, I stand up.  My very red cock pushes into him.  Keith gasps.  I wait for his breathing to change.  When it does, I begin a slow in and out.  He moans in pleasure.  I pick up speed.  Soon my hips are slapping his upturned ass.  I stop abruptly.  I pull out and give him my cock to clean.  He licks his ass lube off it, mumbling a little incoherently about how good it is.  I go back and fuck him again.  Another cleaning.

“Let’s move to the sling.”

He gets in, his legs up on the chains.  I move to the side of the sling.  He assumes I’m feeding him my cock again.  But I’m not.  I unsnap the wrist restraints hanging above his head and put them on him.  His eyes get slightly wider as I buckle them in place.  “You said you wanted to try some new things.  Is this okay?”

He nods.  And I fasten his wrists up on the sling chains above his head.  “No jerking while I fuck you,” I grin.  I do his ankles and attach them to the chains.  I love the look of him trussed up.  I go to my knees and eat his juicy hole.  I stand up and fuck.  I eat him out again.  And fuck.

Keith is groaning.  He is so used to either feeling himself or touching my head as I rim, that not being able to move is really new.  As I go to eat his hole again, I remember how Jake had suggested attaching the chain in the middle of the sling frame, so I could clip his legs to it so they were straight up.  I add the chain and move him.  Keith moans his approval.  I grab the leather blindfold.

“I’ve never done this…” he mumbles as I re-size it for his head.  I black out his vision, with the soft lambskin, on the inside, covering his face. 

“Okay?”

He nods.  Not quite trusting himself to speak.  I eat his ass.  I fuck him.  I have him clean my cock.  But everything feels different now.  He can’t tell what I’m going to do before I do it.  I fill my mouth with my warm tea before I eat him out again.  He groans at the temperature change.  I eat.  I fuck.  The next time I take a drink of the ice water that is always in the playroom.  He really moans as my cold tongue burrows into him.  I fuck him again.  Hard.  Fast.  Rocking the sling frame.

I stick my dick in his mouth and remove the blindfold.  He tells me how much he loved it.  I unclip him and help him out of the sling.  “My turn,” I tell him.  “I want you to lick my ass.”  I jump in the sling, my legs on the chains.  “Pass me the blindfold.”  He gets it from where it hangs on the corner of the frame.  I put it on and ‘go away’…letting his tongue do anything he wants to me.  He licks, he tongue-fucks me.  He does my balls.  Licks up the shaft of my dripping cock—and burrows into my ass again, tongue fucking my precum into my hole.  I bring my knees to my chest, tilting my ass up slightly.  Keith moans…and goes deeper with his tongue…

*

I slowly come back to reality and tell him we should get me out of the sling.  I take off the blindfold. For a moment, I feel slightly unsteady on my feet as I stand up.  We hug—before I pull the rimseat from the wall and move it next to the bed.

“Who’s under first?” I ask.

“Please let me.  I want you to sit on my face so bad.”

I nod and let him lie down.  I lower the seat and sit down.  I take a hit of poppers and get lost as he licks out my hole once again.  But it feels different now.  Even more connected with each other.  When my head clears, I abruptly stand up.  I grab the spreader bar and clip it to the ankle restraints.  I roll his legs up.  He grabs the bar along with me, rotating his ass off the mat and into perfect fuck position.  I fuck him hard, before letting his legs down.  I sit again on the rimseat.  He thanks me by letting his tongue be even more active.

“You want my dick again?”

I am pretty sure he answers “Please, Sir,” but it’s hard to tell with his face pressed so tightly to my ass.  I get up, pull the bar up and fuck him hard.  He reaches for his own cock, and then thinks better of it.  “I’d have shot,” he admits.  I let his legs relax and sit on his face one last time.  Again, he burrows deep, mumbling out how good I taste.

We return to the bed, at his suggestion.  “I need your balls,” he says simply.  He can’t get enough of the sex sweat that has built up where they meet my body.  He licks and licks, his tongue moving non-stop.  Once again, he plays with his cock, but stops himself, just before he shoots.

“Fuck me.  Please.”

I’m delighted to get him back in the sling.  His oral work on my balls has me on the edge.  He hops in.  I spend a little time on his ass, returning the rimming favor.  It just gets me hotter.  I stand up and slip inside him.

“Fuck!” he croons.  “Breed me.”

I nod and begin the final anal assault.  It grows and grows.  I am panting.  I know my orgasm is seconds away, and…

It’s there.  I am flooding him with seed.  Every nerve in my cock is firing and I blast it deep into his guts…

After I recover, I stay inside him, encouraging Keith to shoot himself.  He tries—and though he was so close before—he can’t quite get there.  “Over stimulated,” he sighs.  I tell him to get home and relive the scene, while fingering my cum in his hole.  He nods.  “I will.”

I am pretty sure that worked for him.

2 comments:

  1. "Over Stimulated"...been there-done that! These wonderfully long play sessions can leave you physically drained. On one hand it feels so amazing you don't want it to end. You have been fighting the urge to just explode. But by now every fiber of your being is so electrified you can't concentrate on the actual cum shot. By this point it doesn't really matter. The journey itself has been exhilarating. But by time Keith gets home he is going to need relief. and will relive every stimulating minute. Knowing that load is still churning around inside of him. He'll
    finger his destroyed hole and maybe be rewarded with a few drops and his own built-up load will finally be released. All the more powerful for the wait.

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    1. I hope that he did just that...feeling my load leak out of him as he recalled burying his face in my ass...until he shoots!

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