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.

Jacob: Hogtied, Fisted and Fucked

West Michigan—March, 2019

When I saw Derrick and Jacob earlier in the month, I was told that Derrick would be on a business trip at the end of March.  They both thought it was a good idea if I were to visit and work Jacob over while he was gone.  So I did—taking my fuck bench with me for some variety. 

Jacob and I set it up in the study to begin—and in the classic fuck bench position with the middle raised to support his chest.  He was in leather today.  I grabbed my phone.  I was intent on taking some pictures and video.  I wanted to send them to Derrick—so he knew just what I was doing to his boy.

Jacob climbed on it and I sank to my knees…

I never tire of eating his ass.  Hairy.  Moist.  Hot.  I dig in.  He is moaning.  I stay longer than usual…getting his hole incredibly wet with my saliva.  I don’t intend on using much lube.  I stand up.   My cock brushes his hole.  He shivers…and I poke the dripping head into him.  I fuck.  I snap pictures.

I take some video, too.

I pause in my anal attack of him.  I put on the wrist and ankle restraints I have also brought along.  This time I have him stand and just lean onto the upper part of the bench.  The change in position makes me hit different places deep in his ass.

I lower the bench into a flat table.  He lies on it.  I take my homemade spreader bar and fasten his ankle restraints to it.  He rolls back—his ass invitingly in the air.  I lick and suck on the hole I’ve been fucking.  He’s is so damn wet with our mingled juices.  I fuck him.  I am deeper yet in his butt.  He loves holding on to the bar, pulling his ankles closer to his head.

 

We pause. 

I send the video to Derrick.  Thanking him. 

We take the bench down to the playroom.  But we use the sling first.  I blindfold him and attach the restraints to the chains of the sling so he is completely immobile.  I eat his hole some more.  He is so wet it feels like he is loaded, but I know better. 

I fuck him.  I grab a small dildo and work it into him.  I alternate my cock and the toy until they inevitably work their way into his hole at the same time.  I fuck his stretched hole.

I do the same with a bigger toy.  It’s harder for me to add myself with this toy…but I manage for a brief, tight fuck.

My hands are itching to get into his ass.  I lube and began working my left into him.  I do lots of lateral stretches, too.  Soon enough my left is in place, relishing the clamping down of his sphincter on my wrist.

I think back to how I used to have to really work to get into him—and how he would cum after just three hand stretches.  No more.  I work my right into his pliant ass.  Clamp.

Left.  Clamp and another moan from Jacob.

I push my super hard cock against my wrist imbedded in his guts.  It prods him slightly open—but I don’t try for a true entry. 

I pull out my hand—and just fuck him until the sling is rocking back and forth.

*****

I want to use the fuck table again.  I get him on the padded, flat surface.  I fasten all four restraints to my new hogtie buckle.  I roll him back so his ass elevates and it’s an easy penetration.  I push down on the hog tie to keep him is place.  He pants and groans—telling me to fuck him.

I do—hard.  I love the look of it and, after I pull out, I snap pictures.

I send them to Derrick—and we go back to the sling. 

We use the hogtie there, too.

I fuck him hard.

And I shoot up his incredible ass.  I hold in place and unclip a hand, so he can stroke one out…

*****

Later, as I send the remaining pictures to Derrick, he tells me that he nearly came when I pushed down on the hogtie, holding him in place on the bench. 

Mission Accomplished.

Derrick and Jacob: Comfort and Relentlessness

West Michigan—September, 2017

Things slowly returned to normal after my vacation in Canada and my one night at the gay campground.   I did a mid week jaunt to the bookstore—and was so disappointed at the lackluster ‘crowd’ that I did not play at all.  I was glad I pretty sated from all those Canadians.

My mood changed on a visit to Derrick and Jacob.  It was a rare mid-week meet for us.  I filled them in on all my adventures in Toronto as we sat in the study.  And the next thing we knew, our cocks were out and in each other’s mouths…

My face is buried in Derrick’s ass.  He’s in the sling and I am pushing copious amounts of saliva up his hole.  God, I’ve missed this.  I had a blast with all the other men I’ve had lately, but I love returning to these two.  I hear Jacob say “Hear you go…” above me.  He is likely smothering Derrick with a sweaty pit to clean.  I spit into Derrick’s hole one last time and stand up to fuck. 

I slide in easily with all the saliva and pre-cum I’ve added.  Derrick grabs his Elbow Greased cock and jerks.  Jacob begins working on his nipples.  It’s a slow fuck.  Measured.  Letting him feel and appreciate the full mass of my dick as it fills him.

Jacob looks up into the mirror above the sling to watch my anal assault of his partner.  “Fuck…” he murmurs and renews his efforts on Derrick’s nips.  My pace is building without me being particularly conscious of it—it just feels so good.  Soon my hips are slapping into him—filling the enclosed space with the sound of our rutting.

“You should take a turn,” I tell Jacob.  I pull out and move to the side. 

Jacob wastes no time in getting his PA’ed cock up Derrick.  He grunts his approval of the wet hole I’ve left for him to fuck in.  I work Derrick’s nipples with my mouth and teeth.  Jacob is pile driving into Derrick’s open hole.  I sink my right pit over Derrick’s mouth.  His tongue hungrily licks and cleans every hairy, sweat soaked inch of it.  I give him the left to do as well.

Jacob pulls out.  He presents his cock for me to suck.  I am instantly on my knees, paying particular attention for where the piercing enters his dick.  His big dick is totally coated in Derrick’s fuck juices.  It’s a sweet meal.  And one that makes my cock pre-cum even more.  When he pulls his dick from my mouth, I stand up and instantly stick my now dripping dick into Derrick.  I fuck him.  Hard.   Fast.   Deep.  The wetness of his ass makes a great sucking sound that fills the room.

We break.  Derrick feels things shifting inside him—he excuses himself to go check.  Jacob and I look at each other.  “Let’s surprise him when he comes back,” I suggest.  Jacob loves to be bound.  I reach for the white cloth straight jacket that hangs on the wall by the sling with two or three others. 

“Use the leather one.” 

I find it and begin to fit it on Jacob.  Arms in place, I do up the back.  Then the arms are wrapped around his chest.  I buckle them in place.  We ignore the lower straps as they would cover his ass crack.  I move the rimseat out from where it’s stored under the sling and set it up in the middle of the dungeon—the first thing he’ll see as he comes back into the room.  I move Jacob to the front of it—where he will be ready to sit.  I grab a blindfold and cover half of his handsome face.    I wiggle between his legs and get under the seat. 

“Now sit down.”

He does, easily, and my face is filled with his hairy, spread hole.  He groans as I begin drilling up into him.  Within moments, Derrick opens the door.  I can only imagine how hot the picture must be—me sprawled out on the floor, eating out his helpless, blindfolded boy.  Derrick steps up, straddling my chest and feeds his cock to Jacob.  I hear the boy hungrily take it in his mouth.  He must be in heaven—immobile and having two men working on him.  I am drilling deeper and deeper into his yielding ass.  I really want to fuck him, but I am more than happy to just keep eating and getting his hole sloppy and ready.

Derrick moves so he is now kneeling between my splayed legs.  He pries my hand off my cock and takes me into his mouth.  Now I will have to be careful—getting sucked while my face is buried in a hairy, wet ass is about as good as it gets.  But Derrick reads me—he takes me to the brink of orgasm and stops.  “You need to fuck the boy,” he tells me.

Jacob stands with Derrick’s help so I can wriggle out from below the seat.  I think we’re about to unbind Jacob, but instead we just lead him to the sling and carefully hoist him into it.  Blindfold and all.  With his legs in the stirrups, he’s not going anywhere.  I look to Derrick to see if he wants to go first…but he settles in a chair to watch me fuck.  I dip to taste Jacob’s hole one last time and I’m ready to go deep.

Jacob is vocal as I enter him.  It’s all groans, very few words.   His cock is rock hard at first.  It goes down a little with the driving fuck I administer to his helpless form.  Damn, it’s hot seeing him like this under me.  I look to Derrick.  He’s hard and stroking.  He gives me an encouraging nod.  “Fill him up.  Give him your load.”

Jacob whimpers.  Softly.

“Do you want that?  Do you want me to breed you?”

“Yes, Sir.  Do whatever you want…”

This makes me fuck him still harder.

I pull out.  I taste his hole once more.  As always—it’s the trigger that takes me over the edge.  I stand up and drive it into Jacob.  I explode in two strokes.  Over and over again.  I feel like I’m still drooling cum.  I collapse onto his leather bound chest and hold on.

When I can breathe again, I stand.  My cock is still marinating in his filled ass.  I spit on his cock and begin stroking it.  Jacob groans—loudly now.  He is ready to shoot in just a few strokes. His first blast lands on the leather jacket.  The rest of his cum falls on his balls or coats my fingers.  I lick my fingers clean—noisily—so he knows just what I’m doing.  I pull out just enough to bend and lick up the rest his load…

*****

It is as we are relaxing on the couch afterwards, that Derrick came up with the phrase that sums up how we play—and became the title of this post:  Comfort and Relentlessness.

Yeah.

******

“We have something for you.”

It’s the next morning, just as I’m leaving. 

Jacob arrives with a British street sign that they have found at either a flea market or antique store. “We had to get it for you.”

Oh, yes.  I want to live of Felch Street.  Please…

  

Jacob posing with the sign—which now hangs in my playroom—above the rim seat.

Bonus Post: FP Elsewhere on the Web

I played with Jacob and Derrick this weekend.

He posted this hot picture of our play.

Click here to take you there.

We had Jacob hooded and restrained on a chair as I moved my good fuckbench into their playroom.

It was great surprising him.

Even better fucking him.

And fisting him, too.

Jacob's Blog

So Jacob (of Derrick and Jacob) keeps a Tumblr blog—“Confessions of a Hooded Bondage Bottom.”  You’ve likely seen it in my blog roll.  Hopefully you have perused it at some point.  There are many pictures of him with toys—and a huge collection of bondage photos taken from the internet.  The blog acts as his scrapbook.

Well, Jacob has written a very nice piece about our last time together just before CLAW—and he has posted all the pictures that were taken that night.  I have linked it right here—so you can see more of me ravaging his hole.  The final two pictures are Derrick fucking Jacob—taken by me when I crawled under the sling.  I promise I did not go under there to lick Derrick’s balls as he fucked Jacob.  I went down there to take those pictures.  Yep.  That’s the only reason.  I would never even think of doing that other thing I said…

Flogging, Fucking and Fisting at the Farmhouse

Amish Country, Indiana—November, 2014

It was only a few hours after I came home from the ‘home invasion and rape’ I wrote about in “ForcedEntry” that I got a text from the ‘victim.’  He had wheedled my name and number out of Bill.  Not that I minded.  He was hot enough—and seemed to be into about everything that I enjoyed doing to a man.  I asked what he was looking for and his answer came back swiftly:  “Anything you want to do to me.”  And he also gave me a BBRT profile name.  I signed in and looked him up.  There was not a single box of his “into” list that was not checked. 

We set up a time. 

I’m in the basement of the farmhouse.  There is a naked bulb to light the stairs down and another in the ceiling near where he has hung a sling from the rafters.  A set of chains, about 6 feet apart hang under the light bulb.  And there he is, kneeling, head on his knees, ready to submit.  I strip down quickly, leaving on my dirtiest jock.  I re-lace my boots. 

He has barely stirred.  He’s aware I’m there.  I saw him fight the urge to look up as I clumped down the wooden steps.  I glance around.  He’s put out a cooler with Gatorade.  There is a rickety table with a plethora of sex toys—mostly large dildos.  There is a folding chair near him on the bare concrete floor. I dig into my bag and pull out the wrist and ankle restraints and the spreader bar.  I pull the chair up in front of his bent form. 

“Give me your arm.  And put your head in my lap.”  He moves, not looking at me, but raises himself enough to bury his face in my piss stained jock pouch and give me his arm as commanded.  I fasten the restraint.  I ask for his left.  I fasten that one in place, too.  I push his face into my crotch.  His breath is ragged now; he finds this jock that goes to the piss parties intoxicating.  I pull him up by the hair.  I look him full in the face for the first time.  He’s handsome enough.  A little older than I thought from when I first used him.  He’s wearing nothing but a well-worn white jock.  And a look of total submission.

I spit on his face.

“Sir, Thank you, Sir.”

I get up, leaving him supporting himself on the chair.  I quickly fasten the restraints on his ankles.  Moments later he is clipped in place from the hanging chains—his body forming an X with his arms fastened to the chains and the spreader bar pushing his ankles apart.

I pick up the flogger he has left on the bed of the sling for me.  It’s been awhile—but my training floods back.  I find the right distance—so the strands of the flogger don’t wrap around his shoulders.

 

Thud.  Thud.

Not hard.  Just enough to make the blood race to his back.  I am now forming the perfect X pattern between his shoulder blades.  When he’s reddened I move to a side to side stroke on his ass.  He groans.  His cock is hard and poking out of his jock.  I move up to his back.  Slightly harder now.  The sound of the leather on his flesh fills the basement.  Then I stop.  I move close to him.  My piss shoots out.  I cover his ass.  The man gasps.  When my bladder is spent, I step back and the flogger goes back across his ass.   I stop again.  I move in and hold him, pressing myself against his back.  He must feel my erect cock spreading his ass cheeks.  I run my hands across his shoulders and back, touching him everywhere the flogger did.  Then I hold him, pressed against my front.

Silence.

I undo his arms and ankles.

“Get in the sling.”

He does.  I kneel and spit on his hole.  I stand and enter him roughly.

He gasps.  He glances at a small side table where there are poppers.  I don’t let him use them.  I want him to get used to my cock. 

And he does.  I fuck him for a long time.

I reach for the smallest toy—an 8 inch black dildo.  I grease and insert into him.

The man moans again and eyes the poppers.  His hand snakes out.

“Don’t.”

He pulls back like the bottles were red hot.

I grease my dick with some of the same Crisco/j-lube mixture on the toy table.

My cock is added to his already full hole.

He howls, but the look in his eye tells me this is exactly the treatment he wants.  I fuck him, double stuffed, until I can’t take it anymore.  I pull out and pull out the toy.

“Now we are really going to open you up.”

*****

I am amazed.  This guy has talent.  I usually don’t try for my full fist on a first meet.  He has taken my bigger right hand within moments of my working his hole.  I have relented and he is huffing poppers almost constantly. They are making him hungrier and wide open.  I pull my right hand out of his hole and add the left.  It’s almost effortless now.  His hole is open, but not loose.  It’s muscular and can clamp down on me.  My right hand strokes my cock back to life.

“Take a deep hit.”

He does and closes his eyes.

My cock head is right at his hole, where my left hand is buried.  I push it in.  It glides down my wrist.  I open my fingers slightly.  My cock is in my fist.  I grip myself deep inside him.

His eyes open and looks straight at me.  “Jerk off in my hole, Sir.” 

I begin an almost imperceptible jerking motion on my cock head.  The mind fuck for both of us is intense.  Soon I’m stroking a good five inches of my shaft.

“Give me your cum.  Fill this worthless cunt up with your cum.”

My right hand whacks his ass cheek.  The jolt makes us both flinch.  In a good way.  His hole tightens involuntarily and it makes me I jerk harder.

I know I could cum.  His dick in drooling precum.  My right hand swipes some up.  I lean across him and make him suckle my fingers.

He is shaking.  I’m pretty sure he is having a full body orgasm triggered with the constant motion so deep inside him.

It’s too much. 

I shoot. 

My cock goes off deep in his gut.  My hand feels the head swell with each shot. 

I am shaking, but get my cock out of him.  A gush of my cum falls on the concrete.

I keep my hand in place.  We lock eyes.

“Thank you.  Thank you, Sir.”

I give him a crooked smile in acknowledgement and reach for the foot long dildo…

Four Sinners on All Saints' Day

West Michigan—November, 2014

The very next day I was off to the west coast of Michigan for another play session with Jack and Joey.  Jack is slightly older than his partner.  He is a versatile bottom and more of a top, I think, when I’m not around.  At previous meets, he would top for a while and then offer me his ass.  As it was not a group situation tonight, I guessed I might be the only top. 

That didn’t prove to be quite correct.  As I set up the sling in the living room, Leather Top arrived (who had been at their big party—and who’d helped me work over a fisting bottom in my playroom.)  It was to be the four of us that night.  And it was a good mix.  I certainly fucked Joey, but most of my attention was on Jack.  I had not taken advantage of his love of being restrained since I’d met him and “forced” him to take my dick in the cab of his truck.   Leather Top is all about his fists—and his hands found a willing hole with Joey.

Jack and I are stripped and relaxing on the couch talking about nothing in particular.  The other two are having a cigarette on the back porch.  I look over to the back door, wondering if we should wait for them.  I feel a hand on the pouch of my jock.  Jack is ready.  He kneads my bulge which grows thicker and firmer.  I’m ready, too.  Jack slips to the floor.  He is dressed in nothing but knee pads and boots.  He is giving me expert head as the guys troop in from outdoors.  Leather Top strips down as he watches us; Joey goes into the bedroom and finishes wriggling into a pair of ass-less rubber shorts. 

The next few moments are all about all of us using our mouths.  The four of us sample the cocks on display.  With Joey’s dick hidden, I concentrate on getting his hole wet.

I bend Jack over, telling him to hold on to one of the sling stand poles.  He does, jutting his ass out towards me.  I rim my second hole of the night.  But not for long.  I stand up and insert the length of my cock into him in one long slide.  He grunts and tells me to fuck him hard.  I do.  I fuck him until we are making the sling frame bounce and rattle.

The other two on the couch pause and watch us go at it.  I pull out.  Jack turns and lovingly cleans my dick of his ass juices.  Joey stands up and presents his ass.  I slip into it and fuck him as Jack and LT exchange blow jobs.

Joey pulls off me and Jack cleans my dick again.  As Joey prepares to get his hole stretched on the couch, I get Jack into both ankle and wrist restraints.  The sling is hanging from only two of its four chains, so I blindfold Jack and clip him into place on the center support of the sling frame. 

This arches his back in a way I find irresistible.  I redden Jack’s ass with my hand.  When his ass is bright pink, I spit on my dick and enter him again as he hangs there.  He loves this.  He can’t move and I can use him anyway I want.

I fuck him hard.  Slow. Fast.  And slow again.

The back of my hand keeps his ass bright pink. 

I fuck him until I think I should give his arms a rest.  I undo him and let the blood return to his fingers.

Jack is ready for more.

I hook up the sling, but decide to let the guys use it.  Jack and I go upstairs to the big mattress on the floor—the alternate play area.  I have brought my home-made spreader bar with me.  It is nothing more than an 18 inch long pipe.  Rope is threaded through it and D clips are fastened on either end.  I have Jack lie on his back, his ass right at the edge of the mattress.  I hook the D rings of the ankle restraints onto the clips at either end of the bar.  If he were standing, he wouldn’t be able to bring his feet together.  On his back, I hand him the spreader.  It pulls his legs into the air.  I have him hold them tightly in place, the bar across his chest.  I can concentrate on his hole not on balancing his legs on my shoulders.

This fuck is different.  It is slow.  Intense.  Each time my cock pulls almost all the way out of his hole.  His ass clutches at the head, desperate to hold me inside.  I wait.  And plow into him again.  Slowly.  Letting him and his over-sensitized hole feel every inch as I push forward.  I am unrelenting in slowly grinding my entire length into him.

I pull out.  I take hold of the bar and, bending over him, hold it over his head.  This raises his ass high in the air.  I can’t support it for long, but I do a quick pile driving fuck that is almost straight down.  Everything about how I enter his hole is the opposite of what I have just done.

I stop myself on the brink of orgasm and we both take a break.  We go and watch Joey’s ass swallow LT’s fists.

*****

I fist Joey for a while.  At the end of my session, I leave my left hand in place.  LT is able to have his right hand slide down my wrist until Joey has both fists in place—one from each of us.  We entwine our fingers deep in his chute.

*****

Much later.

It’s time to get off.  Jack is in the sling.  He has his legs in the stirrups, but I have fastened his wrists together under the sling. 

I fuck.  He has to beg Joey for poppers.  I slow the fuck as Joey feeds them to his partner.  The moment the bottle is away from his nose, I start fucking in earnest.  I have just one mission now.  I want to blow a load up his ass. 

“Shoot in me.  Shoot in my fucked up hole.”

I am on the crest.  And then it totally ebbs away from me.  I’m trying too hard.   I kneel and stick my tongue in his abused hole.  I lick and spit.  And lick.  I swallow.

And I know that I will shoot the moment I stand up and fuck my cock back into him.

"Call Me Anything You Want" Part One

Ann Arbor--March, 2014

We had been talking about a hook-up for over a year.  It had never happened as it always seemed that he was available when I was working out of state or in the summer months when work made play all but impossible.  And then there was the distance.  Not terribly far, but enough to make us both think twice.

But I certainly wanted to meet.  He was 34, 5’ 11” and, from the pictures, had a hard, trim body.  His dark brown pecs made my cock jump.  His cock—which I guessed I would hardly see—was big and his final picture showed an amazing bubble of an ass.

By late March, it looked like we could make it work.  He wrote me he could come as far as Ann Arbor (about half way) and get a cheap motel.  He asked if I’d bring the sling and rimseat.  I agreed.  He reminded me he wanted me to be aggressive and verbal.  “Tie me up.  Call this Black Boy anything you want.  I love to have my White Daddies call me…names.” 

Ok, he used the word I won’t write here.  Now, while I won’t type it, I can enter into the role play of it all—if I know that it is something the man I’m with wants to hear.

I arrived right on time.  I knocked on his door.  He let me in, naked but for a black jock. 

“Kneel.”  He did as he was told.

The room was small, the bed filling most of the room.  There was no way the sling was fitting in here. 

“Now stay.”

I went back to the car, leaving the door slightly ajar—leaving him to potential exposure—while I got the rimseat.  I’d seen enough of his ass in those brief moments that I knew he’d be sitting on my face.

“Stay right there, boy.”  He starts to look up at me.  “Head down.”  I dig in my bag.  I find the wrist restraints, the ankle restraints and the spreader bar.  “Now stand.”  I buckle one around each of his wrists.  I clasp them together.  He is standing, head bowed, right at the foot of the bed.  Waiting for me to really touch him.

I take my time stripping down to my yellow jock.  I lace up the boots.  Slowly.  Letting the tension in the room build.  I walk behind him.  My hand pushes into the cleft of his ass cheeks, which are hairier than I expect.  He gasps. 

“This ass is gonna be mine.”

I push him down on the bed.  He can’t catch himself with his hands secured, he just lands face down in the covers.  I pull his ass cheeks apart as I kneel.  “Open that hole, Black boy.”  My tongue invades him.  He has showered, but I’ve been making him sweat.  I burrow deep.  I tongue him and spit.  His hole is tight.  The boy is moaning and pleading into the bunched bedspread for me to stick my raw cock in him.  I stand.  I spit in my hand and slather it on my cock head.  I don’t do any more than try to push the head in.  He’s very tight.  It takes me three tries, but I make it.  I just hold—no thrust at all.  I pull it out.

“Taste your ass, fag boy.”  I move up on the bed.  I lift his head from the covers and force my cock into his mouth.  I hold him by the ears and use his mouth like a masturbatory toy.  Up and down on my ever expanding cock.  I hold him down on it until his eyes water, calling him names under my breath.

I let him up for air.  He gasps.  His face is radiant. 

I roll him over onto his back. 

“Get your legs in the air.”  I fasten a restraint around each ankle.  I click the spreader bar into the D rings on the leather strapping.

I get the blindfold on him.  I pull his hips and pull him to the edge of the bed.  “Grab the bar.”  He gropes blindly for a moment before he can find it.  When he does, he pulls tight.  His hips roll back and his ass is at the perfect angle for me to fuck. 

I spit on his hole and enter him.  Roughly.

“That’s a tight hole, boy.  I wonder if it will be when I’m done?”

I slap my cock onto his upturned ass.  I love the color contrast.

“Give it to me hard, Sir.”

I spit on my cock and shove it in.  All the way home.

“ARGH!”   He pants.  I hold for a moment.

He grunts again, softer this time, deep in his throat.

I begin to pull it out.

I get about half way before I pound it back in.   And again.  I am rocking the bed with the force of my fucking. 

Eventually, I slow. And pull it out.  I kneel by his head.  “Clean my dick.”

Does he hesitate?  No, he opens wide, but I cuff him lightly and tell him to act like he wants my ass slick dick.  He opens wider yet and I let his pink tongue clean me off. 

I pull out of his mouth and spit in it.

“Relax.”  I grab the bar and let his legs come down.  I keep the blindfold on him, so he can’t see what I’m doing.  I make some noise as I set up the rimseat, letting the legs clank as I put it together.  I shake out a towel with a snap, then fold it around the pillow.  I let the seat close with a bang.

“I want to taste what I’ve done to your ass, boy.”  I lean in and get the blindfold off of him, then the bar off his ankles.  I help him off the bed.  “Sit down once I’m in place.”  I crawl in.  “Now lower the seat.”  He waits a moment and does what I tell him.  “Sit down, boy.  I want to taste that Black fuck hole.”

Again he hesitates.  He straddles the seat and lowers himself onto my face.  My mouth opens to meet his furry crack.  My fucking has made him incredibly wet.  I harden my tongue and ream him deeply.  He groans above me and I swallow his ass juice.

*****

Much later.

The boy is bent over, holding on to the washstand in the room.  I am fucking him as he looks into the mirror.  He can’t take his eyes off me standing behind him and pumping my cock into his battered hole.  Abruptly, I pull out. 

“Clean up my cock,” I mutter.

He does, swabbing it down with his tongue.

“And the balls.”

This is new.  He has barely touched them in the hour or so I’ve been using him.  He caresses them with his tongue, but it’s a hard angle for him to do it right.  I move backward and sit on the corner of the bed. 

“Kneel.”  And he does.  He worships the hairy sacs. 

All around them. 

And under them.

He starts working his tongue down towards my ass.

I sit up.  “Who told you to go there?”  He babbles, confused.  “Do it right.  Get under here.”  I step over him and raise the seat of the rimseat. 

“Yes, Sir.  I want to eat your hole out.”  He crawls into place. 

I lower the seat, but I don’t sit.  I am standing astride him.  “Open your mouth, faggot.”

He does.  And I let fly with a stream of piss.

He gasps and gurgles and swallows almost all of it.

“YES, Sir!”

“Now eat my ass.”  I sit and let his thick tongue lick at my pucker.  He groans as he works deeper.  His passion makes me groan, too.

A knock at the door.

I stand.  “What the fuck…?”

I look down at him.  Questioningly.

“It must be my Master…”

More to come….