My Playroom—October, 2026
Jake sent me a text. He had time free and hoped to come to the
playroom. I was doing a work gig, but I
had some time on just one afternoon that third week of October, if we started a
little earlier than usual. He had no
problem with that—and we made the date.
He arrived right on schedule and down we
went to the playroom. Jake unpacked his
plastic bottle and added poppers to the cotton balls inside before screwing the
cap back on. He laid out the two ball
crushers on the bed. I ditched my robe
and presented my cock mound, still in my jock pouch, to his waiting mouth…
Jake leans forward.
He inhales deeply. The jock has
aged since his last visit and he sighs happily.
He tongues the fabric for a moment, but is too eager to get under it to
do that for long. He pulls the pouch to
one side and my cock flops out. I harden
the rest of the way in his mouth. He
moans as his tongue swirls over my head, before digging into my piss slit. He takes me repeatedly down his throat,
coming up each time, gasping for breath.
It’s my turn to use my mouth. Jake kneels on the flattened bench. I kneel behind him and begin eating his
hole. He opens easily. I smear coconut oil on my cock and stand up,
slipping inside him. Jake moans and
inhales some poppers. I wait for them to
hit before I begin to fuck. I build
fast. I know Jake can take it. His hole is expanding with every thrust.
I pull out and let him taste his ass jizz on my
dick. On the way back to his hole, I
pick up the ass grommet, a gift from Jake many years ago. The sleeve slides over my dick, supersizing
my thickness.
I thrust back into his ass. He loves the sudden change in the circumference of my cock. He poppers and up and begins pushing back, to meet my every thrust with his hungry hole.
I have him move to the sling. I get his feet in the stirrups, that now hang
from the end of the springs. I fuck him
without the grommet, so he can feel the bounce.
“I love those,” he murmurs as his whole-body sways with my onslaught.
I grab the Ballistic Butt Bomb. I twirl the head in the oil and then insert
it into his ass. I add my dick, my
cockhead smashing into the aluminum oval.
Jake moans and blisses out, closing his eyes and just rides with the
stretch.
I fuck him again.
Just me.
The Seahorse goes up him next. He loves the bumps and ridges, but the final
girth of the toy is not a challenge for his experienced ass. I move on to a new, curved toy—that I don’t
even know the name of yet. The head
resembles a cock, while the shaft has several bulges. Jake masters this toy just as easily.
“Bigger,” he moans.
I grab the Cutler X, the biggest toy in my arsenal. Jake poppers up as I slather lube all over
the thick shaft. I work it slowly into
his hole. “Fuck me harder with it.” I do just what he asks. He takes it repeatedly. By the end I have maybe half an inch of the toy
that did not make it inside him.
I switch up to my hands, greasing them both. With Jake I can start with three fingers of
my left. Now, it’s four. I add my thumb, slowly rotate—and I am fully
inside him. I do it again with the same
hand. Then with the right. When I move back to the left, I slowly open
my fingers inside him and crawl into his gut until I can trace the opening of
his bend—the second hole in fisting parlance.
I take a break and grease up another of the new
toys. It is more realistic toy—a thick uncut
cock. Jake takes it with ease. I also grab the clear dildo with the black
handle. He likes the smooth ride, but it
is not nearly thick enough for him.
“Use that long black one that has a handle and has
those bumps.”
I pull it from the shelf and grease it. Jake is one of two men who can take all of
this toy. It is thick, and the shaft has
occasional swellings. I guide the very
hard plastic toy into him. Jake grunts—I’m
not sure if it’s pleasure or pain. But
he takes it, though I am careful to move it at a slow in and out.
“Do I see a Gate Keeper over there?”
He does indeed, part of the new cache of toys from
GaryM. I go get it. I grease it up. It becomes so slick, I can barely hold on it. I work it steadily into Jake. Finally, his hole snaps shut around the base
of the plug.
“I’ve taken a bigger one, but this feels great,” he
murmurs.
I get it in and out of him several times each accompanied
with a sigh of bliss as his hole snaps on the thin base.
I go back to my hands.
Each goes into him easily. He
asks for a double—but we don’t quite make it.
I do get up to four fingers of the right along with the full fist of my
left.
We take a long break.
He lies down on the bed and I sit on the flattened bench.
Now it’s time for some nut torture. I opt for the red wooden box. Jake gets back in the sling, having worked
his nuts into the larger part of the device.
I truss it up so it pulls his nuts up and off his body. I begin to tighten the screws. I used to do one just a little and then the
other. Today, I tighten the two screws
at the same time—and I like the rhythm of it.
I stop occasionally and beat the top of the device with the old ‘realistic’
dildo I acquired sometime in the early 1990’s.
It is really all it is good for—a nice hammer—the thick nuts used as the
head.
I loosen both turnscrews and do it again. Maybe a shade tighter. I beat the box. Loosen.
Tighten. Still tighter. And beat.
Jake writhes in his own personal heaven.
“One more time,” he moans.
I loosen it up and do it all again. It’s the tightest yet of the lid of the box
crushing down on him. “Beat it,” he
groans.
I grab the dildo and whack away.
“I think…that’s it for this…”
I loosen the turnscrews. I take off the top piece. He helps get his testicles out of the lower
part. I take a picture of the pattern
the device has left on his ball sack.
I re-lube my hands. I start to work into him, but he stops me. The ball play has tightened his hole right back down.
“I think we are done for the day.”
Jake dresses, all smiles, and heads up the stairs.
I start to get all the toys up to the kitchen sink…
If you need a visual of the red ball press, you will
find it here: Jake’s Insatiable Ass (and Nuts of Steel)
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