Restraining Jaylen

 My Playroom—July, 2026

 

Jaylen was back in the sling a little faster than usual.  Our last sessions had been intense—and he wanted more.  He arranged with work to have some time off and came to my house on a Thursday afternoon.  He arrived, excited and ready to go.  We went right downstairs and his clothes were soon in a pile on the chair by the door…

 

“You want this in your mouth?”  I say, rubbing my hardening cock under the jock pouch.

“Please, sir.”  Jaylen, sitting naked but for some backless underwear on the bed, reaches for me and maneuvers my cock out of the pouch.  He guides it to his mouth.  He works for a long time on my cockhead before taking me any deeper.  He chokes.  He takes me deep again and again until he can take me almost to the root.  I slap his face with my wet cock.  He groans—and begins to lick my balls.  I love how it feels and tell him so.  He doesn’t stop—he just keeps going.  The sound of his breathing becomes slightly ragged.  I move his head from my balls to my dick and, holding his ears, begin a slow face fuck.  His small cock erects under the underwear as I do it.

“Time for me to eat your ass.”  I point to the flattened fuckbench.

Obediently, Jaylen gets on all fours.  I kneel and lose myself in his meaty ass.  He’s totally smooth back here.  I begin a slow tongue fuck.  He groans.  A hand reaches back and pulls one cheek farther open.  I go deeper and he groans. 

So do I.

I smear coconut oil on my cock as my tongue plows into him.  I stand up and push into his tight hole for the first time today.  He gasps.  I wait—longer than with most guys—for him to relax.  Then it’s a steady push until I bottom out.  He looks into the mirror in front of him.  Our eyes connect—and he relaxes.  I begin a slow fuck.  His ass is opening under the onslaught.   I keep plowing into him.

I pull out and take my wet cock to his mouth.  When we first started fucking, I never thought he would want to do ass to mouth—but he loves it.  He cleans me of his juices and I go back to fucking once again. 

Another cleaning.  On the way back to his ass, I grab the eggheaded dildo.  I know I can’t double fuck him with it like I do with so many others, but I like the look of it disappearing into his hole.  So does he.  His eyes are on the side wall mirror that shows him just what I’m doing with his hole.  I pull it out and fuck him again.

The Ballistic Butt Bomb is right on the shelf by my side.  Still in his ass, I pick it up and dunk the oval head in the oil.  I bring it up and fully smear the lube around it.  I pull out of his butt and twirl the head of the toy on his hole, applying just a little pressure for it to slide in.  It disappears.  He groans.  He knows I’m about to stick my dick in with it.  And I do.  The very thin shaft of the stainless-steel toy feels great on the underside of my dick and my cockhead love to keep bumping into the metal ball.  With each stroke I work it a little deeper into him.

When I’ve had enough, I let him clean me yet again and we move to the sling.  He ditches his underwear before he gets in. He keeps his legs on the chains for the first rim and fuck.  Then I attach the ankle restraints and clip his legs to the sling frame, so they are straight up, for the second round.  With his legs this way, I can go deeper into his guts—and we both love it.

He stays restrained as I grab the clear dildo with the black handle.  He loves the ride this toy gives him.  Then I fuck him.  Now it’s the Spades, being slowly worked up his hole, which keeps snapping shut after each mini-butt plug.  He groans as I slowly pull it out, each spade rippling over his prostate.

I fuck him.  I insert the Spades again.  A slow pull-out.  More moaning.

“I think you need the Seahorse.”

He nods in the middle of his euphoria.  I grease up the bumpy, curved toy.  He takes half of it with the curve going down.  And the same with the curve going up.  I try the downward curve once more—and this time he takes three quarters of the toy.  I tell him what a good boy he is…

I unclip his legs and let them rest on the sling chains again.  I leave him like that and pull the rimseat away from the wall.  I set it up near the bed, unfolding the mat for me to lie on.  I get Jaylen out of the sling and I get under the seat.  He sits.  His hole is awash with the oil—but I can still taste our juices, too.  I eat him out as he groans.

“You are going so deep,” he murmurs.  He grinds down on my tongue. 

He knows he can choose the moment to ride my rigid cock—and bring his freshly fucked ass back to my face.  He delays it today, not wanting to leave my tongue.  But he does.  I like watching him stand, step down until he’s in position to sit on my shaft—and to watch that meaty ass take every inch of me.  He bounces for a bit, stands and brings his hole back to my waiting tongue.  I groan and eat him out.

We do it all again.  Riding and eating more.

My cock is in overdrive.   I signal him to get up.  He does, stepping to the side and awaiting further instruction.  I get up and unclip the wrist restraints from the sling chains.  I attach them to him.  Now I unclip the bottom end of the sling, letting it swing from just the two chains at the head. I fasten Jaylen’s wrists the to a metal loop on the top of the sling frame.  His arms are over his head, his feet on the floor, his back arched, showing off his butt.  I add the leather blindfold for good measure—so he can’t see where I am.

I kneel and lick his ass.  I get up and slap my cock on his butt cheek.  I move around to his front and tweak his nipples.  My hand grazes over his erect cock—making him shiver.  I go back around and eat his hole once more.  I can’t get enough. 

My cock is rampant.  I stand up and slide in.  He grunts at the unaccustomed angle.  He is nothing but fuck meat at this moment and I use him hard.  My cock responds to the extra stimuli.  I know I can shoot.

“You want Daddy’s load?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Say it again.”

“Yes, Sir.  I want Daddy’s load in my boy hole!”

It’s just what I want to hear.  I begin filling his ass with cum, moaning out my orgasm.  I hold onto his hips to steady myself as I come back down to earth.  Eventually, I pull out of him and unclip his arms.  I take off the blindfold and get the sling re-chained.  I know he likes to get off, so I get him in it.  I kneel and felch my load as he jerks.

“Daddy,” he whispers, “could you use that clear toy I love…?”

I’ve eaten my fill—so I’m happy to stick the toy into him, using the rest of my cum for lube.  He jerks—and shoots all over his chest.  I stand up, bend and sample some of it with my tongue…