FP, the Dom

 My Playroom—April, 2026

 

And now for something slightly different…

 

I had reactivated my FetLife profile.  I was enjoying interacting with a slightly different crowd.  Towards the middle of April, I got an intriguing message.  It was from a young married man (with children) who was in Michigan on a business trip.  He wanted his ass used.  But not penetration.  Or more importantly, not by my cock.  We talked a lot.  I never learned a first name.  He would not send me a text—both due to privacy concerns.  At first, this really raised red flags for me.

“Normally, I would ask you to meet on neutral ground,” he wrote, “but we kind of used up that window of time.  Could I come to your house, meet, and then we can decide if we want to play?”

It was a Monday night.  I had no other plans—and if he didn’t show, I would just watch one more episode of the foreign drama I was watching on PBS.  And the pictures of his ass were inviting.  So, I said yes. 

He arrived.  Nice looking.  Suburban.  The young dad you see pushing the stroller in the park.  We talked more.  He loved impact play on his ass.  He was often pegged by his wife, so he knew he could take smaller dick—but he was petrified to have me fuck him, even with a Magnum.

We went down to look at the playroom.  It was a wonderland to him.  He saw the toys, the leather and the flogger.  “There are toys here I know I can take,” he murmured.  Then he saw the speculum.  “I love that.  I have a three prong one, but I’ve never had one in me that was just the two.”  That seemed to be the deciding factor.  He was in.

I double checked safe words with him.

“When you hear me on the stairs, kneel there.”  I pointed to the base of the flattened fuck bench. I left him to strip to a jock and socks.  I did the same upstairs, but with boots and my leather vest.  I knocked on the door and opened it.  He was there.  Looking good. mostly naked. 

I had a moment of indecision.  He wasn’t going to suck my cock—where I always start.  Instead, I told him to get up and kneel on the bench.  His ‘jock’ was assless underwear, but it still framed his cheeks nicely.  I grabbed the leather paddle and knelt behind him…

 

I start slow, with measured, light strokes on his ass, the slap of the leather on skin, filling the room.  I warm his ass.  I build until I am leaving red marks on his skin.  I lick them.  He groans.  He finds the mirror on the side wall under the sling and watches me work his butt.  I paddle him again.  Slightly harder.  This time, my tongue finds his hole.  He gasps.  I wonder if I’ve gone too far, but he murmurs, “Yes, Sir!”

I switch to the wooden paddle.  Lightly.  Growing to a full paddling.  Jake used to tell me I fisted in 4/4 time—well, I paddle in it, too—stronger smacks on one and three.  I love his freshly warmed cheeks as I lick his hole a second time.

The assless briefs are not cut for play.  I have to keep pulling them down.  We pause and take them off.  I love that his cock is an unending drip of precum onto the bench as I use both paddles again.

We pause.  I get him up.  I hug him, asking if this is what he wants.  He nods—I am giving him just what he loves.  I have him sit.  “I know you don’t do restraints on a first meet, but I want to use them as a way to hold your legs in the air.

He nods.  “I trust you already.”

I add the ankle restraints as he sits on the bench.  I attach the spreader bar, instructing him to roll back.  He does.  I push the bar to his chest, telling him to keep it there.  I paddle his ass until I can feel the warmth.  Then I lick the red cheeks, before finding his hole with my tongue.  He groans.  He looks over in the mirror at just how helpless he is at this moment.  It makes him shiver.  But in a good way.

I stand up, my dick is hard and throbbing.  It’s the first time he’s really seen it.  “Those pictures don’t do you justice.  I’ve never seen a bigger one in person.”

I shrug and unbuckle the spreader.  We move to the sling.  I start to take the ankle restraints off, but he stops me.  “I like the feel of them.”  I get his legs in the stirrups.  Both paddles work his ass.  As does my tongue.  I hang a chain from the top of the sling frame.  I fasten his legs to it, so they are straight up in the air.  More paddling.  More soothing tongue.

His cock drools.

I get his legs back in the stirrups.  I take my brother’s flogger, which I rescued during his move.  The ceiling of the playroom is too low for truly flogging his ass, but I dump the many strands of it on his chest and slowly pull them over his crotch and then down his ass crack.  He shivers.  I slap his ass with it, lightly—but the sound in the small, enclosed room is terrific.

I hang it back up.  I take over the Spades toy.  “Do you think you’d like this?”  He handles it, check the size at the big end of each spade.

“It’s the same diameter there as the toy my wife uses.  Please, Sir.”

I lube it with coconut oil.  He loves the feel of the lube—and the toy as it inches into him.  He takes three of the five spades.  The small pink butt plug is also the same diameter at it’s largest.  He takes it next, relishing the snapping shut of his hole around the end.

I grease up the speculum, still with coconut oil.  He takes it like a champ.  It slowly forces him open.  Wider and wider.

“You know, I usually add my dick when you are this open…” I let the thought hang there.

Silence.

“Do it.”

I make a show of getting the Magnum on me.  I kneel and give it one last turn.  I stand up—and over an hour into our play, I finally enter him.  His eyes are riveted to the mirror above him.  He can’t believe how good it feels.  How full. 

I pull out.  Another turn wider.  I re-insert.  This time his eyes are screwed shut—he is concentrating on the feel of it all.  I fuck him.  Slowly.  Until he opens his eyes and watches my cock push into him.

I pull out and begin to screw the speculum closed.  It eventually slips out, clattering on the towel under the sling.  His eyes are shining.  I help him out of the sling.  His legs are visibly shaking.

I have one last trick up my sleeve.  I pull out the rimseat and set it up.  I get under.  He sits, saying “I’ve never done this…”

My tongue invades him.  So deeply.  I reach up and feel his cock.  It is plumping—and still drooling.  I wipe up his drool with a finger and he feels me smear it on his hole.  I hungrily lick it off. 

We’d set a time frame for when he had to leave (to check in with the family) and we are slightly over it.  I slow down, knowing he’s not going suddenly get the urge to ride my cock.

I tap his legs.  He rises a little unsteadily.  I get up.  “Is this what you wanted?”

His answer is to wrap his arms around me in a bear hug…