Jake Returns with the Nut Crusher

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Mystery Man From FetLife Opens Up

 My Playroom—August, 2026

 

I was hearing from a number of tentative men after I re-joined FetLife.  Many talked to me online for a number of days before disappearing into the ether.  They told me of their fantasies and graphically told me what I should do to them.  I could quickly tell which men were merely daydreaming at the keyboard—which was most of them. 

But not all.  A single gentleman, just a few years younger than myself, took a more measured approach.  He told me he was bisexual and had a girlfriend.  He hoped I could help him explore his need for things in his ass.  He was not on PrEP, so condoms would be needed.  He loved the pictures of the playroom on my profile—especially the rack filled with toys.

He struck me as someone who would likely follow through.  Perhaps with the exception that he would not tell me his first name.  But his desire for anal sex overrode his shyness and he made it to the house one afternoon, early in the month…

 

The Mystery Man is standing in the doorway of the playroom.  His mouth is open.  “It’s like a wonderland,” he murmurs before starting to strip.  He is in his early 60’s, in decent shape, with only a little extra weight.  He is good looking with hair going gray in all the right places. 

I go through the things we’d talked about once more:

I would not restrain him until he was comfortable with me.

Latex would be worn for all fucking, but not for oral sex.

I would never blindfold him on this first meet.

That we’d use the traffic light system for a safe word:  Red—stop, Yellow—slow down, Green—go for it.

Once he’s naked, but for a brand-new very white jock, he sits on the bed.  His eyes are on the ankle restraints hanging on the sling. 

“You want to wear these, don’t you?”

He nods.   “Let’s get them on you—I won’t use them, just wear them.”

“Yes, Sir.  Please.” 

I fasten the wrist and ankle restraints on him.  He shivers.

I take my cock out of the pouch and stroke it to hardness.  I move closer to him.  “Suck my dick…”

He ovals and tries.  He’s all teeth and I pull out before there is damage.  Instead, I get him on all fours on the padded fuck bench, still in its flat position.  As I kneel, I realize that I hadn’t cleared rimming with him.  Well, it’s oral…and my tongue finds his hole.  His groan is explosive.  And it doesn’t stop as I explore his ass.  I am using regular lube today, as coconut oil and latex don’t mix.  I grease myself up.  It feels like I’m back in the 1990’s again as I roll on the condom with my tongue never leaving his hole.  I stand up.  I make sure he’s looking in the mirror and can see that the latex is on.  I push into him.

His hole opens more easily than I expect.  I’m pleased I don’t have to fight my way into his butt.  I hold for a moment and begin a slow fuck.  He responds vocally.  As I keep up the in and out, his hole begins to squeeze.  I speed up.  He gasps again.  I slap his left cheek and fuck him hard.  I slow and pull out.  No ATM today.  I grease up again and fuck him once more.

We move to the sling.  I finger his hole a little as I talk about the speculum.  He is eager to try it.  I slide it in and begin the slow crank open.  He takes it, moaning out his pleasure.  I suit up again and fuck him with the speculum in place.  His eyes are on the mirror, as he tells me he can’t believe I’m doing it.

His eyes move to the toy shelf.  We go through a number of them.  He loves the curve and bumps of the Seahorse—and is able to manage half of the toy.  The clear dildo with the black handle is the perfect toy for where his ass is right now.  He takes it all—and we return to this toy regularly.  Then the Spades.  He loves the stretch.  He asks for a pic.

Mystery Man had fondled the chain hanging on the television stand as he was stripping.  Now I grab it.  “Do you want to try?”

He nods, his eyes shining.  I grease it up.  He moans as each link goes into him.  I give him all but the last three links.  His moans increase in volume as I slowly pull it out, link by link.  I do it again.  This time I take pictures for him.

Once it’s out of him, I suit up and fuck him again.  I really want his ass rolled back a little for a different angle.  I take the stirrup off the chain and slide it down to his knee.  I snap it to the D-ring of the sling by his head, pulling his leg back.  I do the same with the other leg.  His ass is rolled back.  I slide in and fuck him with the new angle.

“I love this,” he grunts out as I plow into him.

When I’ve had enough, I pull out, unsnap the stirrups and help him out of the sling.  I get him on his back on the fuck table with his legs in the air.  I snap the spreader bar to his ankle restraints, telling him first just what I will do.  I have him hold the bar.  He does.  Willingly.  I have him hold his legs in place as I eat his ass once again.  I suit up and push the spreader bar to his chest, rolling his ass up.  I slide in and fuck him in a similar position to what we’d just done in the sling.  He loves this—and says so.

I let his legs relax and remove the bar.

“I am fine if you want to restrain me more…”

We move to the sling.  I drop it, so it’s hanging just by the front two rings.  I fasten him to the middle of the top frame, his back arched and his ass jutting.   I rim him as I add a fresh condom on my cock.  He loves how helpless he feels as I begin a fresh anal assault.  I fuck him hard and fast.

I undo him.  I have him standing straight up.  His arms are clipped to the side poles, slightly above his head.

“You should add the blindfold, Sir.  If you want, that is…”

I do want him blindfolded.  I get it on him.  I kneel and pull his cheeks apart and eat his ass.  I open a new condom packet noisily so he can hear it.  I roll it on and fuck him.  It’s an awkward angle, so it’s a short fuck.  I pull out and eat his ass again.

I move to the front and play with his nipples.  He groans.  My hand brushes the pouch of his jock.  He is erect.  I kneel, though he can’t tell what I’m doing.  I pull his cock free and suck it.  He gasps.  The smallest butt plug is an easy reach.  I work it into his hole while my mouth is on his balls.  I pull off him to give it the final push into him.

“Don’t stop.  Please.”

I engulf his dick.  In moments, he is shooting spurt after spurt of cum down my throat…

 

*

After he showered, he finally gave me an email address so I could send him the pictures…

 

Restraining Jaylen Again

 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…

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…

Restraining Jaylen

 My Playroom—August, 2025

 

I don’t see Jaylen often.  He is busy with work and completing his education at the local university.  I was pleased when he sent me a text at the top of August, wondering about a meeting.  We compared dates available and chose one towards the end of the month.  It was the day after the house party I just detailed in the previous post.  But I was more than ready for some one-on-one sex after all the group play…

 

Jaylen always texts me from the driveway.  I open the door and let him in.  He is likely approaching 30 now.  He carries some extra weight really well.  His hair is still incredibly long.  We hug and go downstairs.  He strips quickly, looking expectantly at me.  He has let me know he is willing to try new things.  I skip the usual ‘on his knees to get my cock hard’ routine and tell him to get on the fuckbench, which is flattened to be a padded table.  He does.

I kneel and pull apart his ample ass cheeks.  My tongue finds his hole, tight and clenched.  It begins working him open.  Slowly.  Millimeter by millimeter.  He groans.  His head comes up and he looks at himself in the floor length mirror right in front of him.  He sees himself looking vulnerable and moans some more.

Success!  I am now tongue fucking him.  Jaylen pants.  “I really want your dick,” he murmurs.  So I give it to him.  I stand up and push in.  Slowly.  Making him feel it inch by inch. 

“You are always…bigger than…I remember…” he moans.

And I am all the way in him.  My full pubes are grinding against his hairless ass.  But just for a moment.  I begin a slow in and out.  His breathing accelerates right along with my cock as I pump faster and faster.  Suddenly, I slap his ass and pull out.  I bring my wet, sticky cock to his mouth.  He eagerly tastes our mixed juices covering my dick.  I let him clean me thoroughly, before I go back for another round of fucking.  This time my left boot goes up on the table, changing the angle, letting me reach even deeper into his insides.  I fuck and fuck.  He cleans me once again and we move to the sling.

“I was serious in that text,” he says as I put his feet in the stirrups, “that I would like to try new things.”

I nod.  And go to my knees.  I tongue his well fucked hole, marveling at how my mouth and cock have opened him up.  He moans—looking at me eating out his butt in the mirror over the sling.

“I love seeing that….” he moans.

I stand up and fuck him.  His eyes are riveted to the mirror.  He watches my cock split him open.  I fuck and fuck.  Different speeds.  Different depths.  Now I pull out and make him clean me once more, as he awkwardly pulls around in the sling to do it.

I go back to his ass.  My cock grazes his open hole.  He looks up at the mirror.  Expectantly.  Which helps me know what to try next.  I take the padded leather blindfold off the sling frame where it hangs.  I size it to his head and slip it on.  “Tell me if this is not working for you,” I murmur.

I go back and rim him.  He groans.  I stand up silently, so it’s a surprise when my cock head traces the length of the valley between his ass cheeks.  I tease him with it on his hole.  Almost pushing it in, but not quite.  Now, I enter him.  I fuck slow and easy.  I build.  I fuck him hard enough to shake the sling frame. 

I pull out.  He expects to clean it when he senses I have moved to the side of the sling.  Instead, I bend and work his nipples with my tongue and teeth.  He groans.  I rub my cock on the closest one and lick off the juices it leaves behind.

“How’s the blindfold?”

“Great.”

“Give me your left hand.”

He lets go of the chain above his head and lets me attach a restraint.

“Now the right.”  I repeat the process, get his arms behind the sling and lock them together.  “Comfortable?”

He nods.

I rim and fuck him again.  I surprise him by pulling his cock out of his jock and sucking it for a moment.  I work his nipples once more.  And I keep rimming.  And fucking.

I pull out and go to his side.  I remove the blindfold and undo the restraints, but leave them on.  “Last time you loved the rimseat.”

He nods.  I pull it out and set it up.  Now I help him out of the sling, before lying on the mat.  He sits.  His full ass really cuts off my air, which I love.  He lets me lick and spit on his now open hole.  Without prompting, he gets up and rides my cock, facing away from me.  No more than two or three minutes before he sits back on my face.  His hole is so wet now, I can’t get enough of it.  I lick and swallow and groan…

Now I really need air.  I tap his thighs and he gets up.  “Sit on the bench,” I tell him.  I get up and take the ankle cuffs off from where they are hanging on the sling chains.  I fasten them in place.  I find my spreader bar and attach it between his ankles.  “Now roll onto your back.”  He does, with me still holding the bar.  We adjust a little and I hand him the bar.  His eyes light up as he holds his legs in place; his ass slightly tilted for an easy entry of my cock.  I fuck him.  Hard.  I pull out.  I tell him to pull the bar closer to his chest.  His ass rotates up.  I fuck him like this.  His ass feels totally different at this angle.  Still inside him, I push the bar to his chest.  His ass, with me in it, moves to a higher angle.  I fuck and fuck until we are both breathless.

As I unclip the bar, I ask if all this has been good for him.  He nods.  “This is great,” he tells me.

“I want to breed you in the sling.” 

His eyes shine.  “Let me take my jock off.  I’d like to jerk while you do it—if that’s alright,” he adds hastily.

I nod and get him back in the sling.  I eat his hole.  He works to get his cock hard as I do it.  I stand up and slide in.  He jerks right along with the fucking I give him.  Slower or faster.  He even matches how hard I pound into him.

I want one more taste.  I pull out and stick my tongue into his ruined ass.  He gasps.  I groan.  I can only be there for a moment—for I need to shoot.  I push into him and begin firing almost immediately.  And it’s the full thing the first time—there will be no double cum shot today. 

I groan and stay buried inside him.  His hand moves furiously over his cock and he shoots a huge load all over his stomach.  I wait until he has stopped stroking.  Still inside him, I lean down and lick some of it up.  He squirms in delight.  With a mouthful of his young seed, I pull out, kneel and begin tonguing his cum into his abused hole…

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.