Chaining Up Jake

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Jake’s Insatiable Ass (and Nuts of Steel)

 My Playroom—August, 2024

It had been a long time.  Jake, the man with an insatiable ass and a high tolerance for pain, came back to my playroom.  He looked tan and fit as he stripped down, tossing his clothes in the chair.  He saw the wrist and ankle restraints hanging on the sling.  He strapped on all four, loving the feel and, more importantly, they put him in the right head space.   I was in my used jock and boots, not bothering with the wrist band, as that wrist would likely disappear in his ass.

 

Jake sits on the bed.  He announces that he no longer uses poppers—getting all the rush he needs from the play.   I step forward.  He nuzzles my swelling cock in the jock pouch.  He inhales deeply.  I twist aside the fabric and get my half hard dick in his mouth.

Jake begins to suck, using lots of tongue.  I really prefer him popper-less for this and tell him so.  The heady fumes used to make him not be as careful with my cock.  He gets me hard and ready before he moves to my balls.  They are left wet and dripping.  One more trip back to swallowing almost my entire length before I tell him I want to eat his ass.

He gets up and automatically gets on the fuck bench.  I kneel and sink my tongue into his pucker.  It all but pulls me into him.  I lick and spit, all while I lube my cock with coconut oil.  Surprisingly, I don’t linger there.  I want to fuck him.  I stand up and slide in.  He groans.  I think he’s oblivious to the mirrors.  His eyes are closed in concentration.  I give him every inch.  I hold—and begin to move.  In and out.  Instantly his ass adjusts to the intruder.  It relaxes.  In moments, if I want to keep it tight, I need to add a toy along with my cock.  I grab the egg headed dildo with the slender shaft.  I grease it up with my cock still in him.   I slip out and push the toy into place. 

Jake groans.  I add my cock back in, with the toy above it.  Now he is back to feeling just like how he felt those first few moments.  I fuck, pull out, and push my cock back into him with the toy below me.  This is how I always used to use this toy; I loved the rippled shaft on the bottom of my cock.  But both feel great—so I keep pulling out, switching positions, leaving the toy in place and pushing my cock either above or below it.

Now, I pull out and bring him my cock to clean.  Jake’s eyes light up.  He loves ass to mouth.  He swallows me down, licking every inch of flesh.  I can’t take my eyes off the hungry look on his face as he does it.

I fuck him once more, toy still in place and bring my cock back to his mouth.  The heady scent of coconut oil fills the room as he cleans me once more.

We switch to the sling.  I eat his slightly gaping hole, my tonguing pushing in deep.  I fuck him.  Slow and leisurely.  I kneel again and work 4 fingers from each hand into him and do a lateral stretch.  And again.  I reach for the nearest toy.  It is the curved dildo with all the bumps that GaryM left with me.  Jake takes it, moaning as the toy just keeps filling him.  He takes every inch.  He moans as I pound my fist on the bottom of it, sending reverberations through his entire body.

I pull it out.  I fully grease up left hand.  With little effort I am inside him.  All of it.  I twist it out and do it again.  I move on the Ballistic Butt Bomb, the stainless-steel egg at the end of a long thin metal shaft.  He loves this, and takes it deep.  I stand up and fuck him with this toy in place, enjoying the hard shaft under my cock and my cock head butting against the metal egg.

I fist him once more.

Now I add the Ass Grommet over my cock and fuck him with my supersized penis.  I love the feel of his ass, as my cock sticks out of the end of the toy.  He loves the extra girth around my already large dick.  He reminds me that he was the one who left this toy with me.

I go thru the toy chest.  The three tiered butt plug-ish toy my brother gave me.  Jakes loves the softness of this one, so I follow it with a really hard toy which is long and has three bumps in the shaft.  I hold onto the handle and work it deeper and deeper.

I pull out the fisting toy that Fort Troff is selling.  It is shaped vaguely like a open hand with the thumb on the palm, but it is not realistically detailed.  It is made of a very hard material.  And Jake is the first man to love the feel of it.  He takes it easily.

We break for water and tea.

Jake gets back on the bench.  I use most of the toys on him again.  Every one of them feels brand new, with his ass in a different position.  Now I also use my right hand instead of my smaller left.  I have a hot moment of going from one hand to the other, really stretching his ass.

Jake has brough the ball crusher, the red wooden box you’ve seen on these pages before.  He puts his testicles inside.  He adds the top piece that I will slowly tighten down to really crush them.  We take a moment to string the box up so it is pulls it away from his body.

I slowly tighten the two wing nuts to tighten it down.  The slightest turn makes him gasp, but he is loving it.  I work them until I have it really tight on him.

“Now hit it.”

I do, with my fist.  It’s not enough.

“We need a mallet.”

I pull out the first dildo I ever bought for a fuck buddy, so long ago I rarely use this hard, unforgiving toy on anyone.

It makes an ideal hammer.  I hold the shaft and beat the massive ball sack down on the box.  Jake groans and encourages me to hit harder.  I do.  Over and over.

We finally stop and take off the crusher.  We’ve been playing for over 2 hours.  He gets back in the sling.  I kneel and use my alternating hands on him, until he reluctantly says we should stop…

 

Here are all the toys used.

Jake wrote up this play session, too.  I have kept it in my email, unread by me.  I will post it tomorrow.

Guest Writer: Jake in Hog-Tied Heaven

 (As promised, here is Jake's take on the same play session.)

JAKE IN HOG-TIED HEAVEN

 

It was July and on short notice I learned that I would be free to travel on a Friday. I sent a text to Felching Pisser: “Where in the world are you these days?” Those who know have frequently FP travels to all points far and near will understand the question. It turned out that FP was in fact home from his travels for a brief time and free to play.

 

Friday was a beautiful day in Michigan, but due to a change of route I was a little late in arriving.  But I was ready to play when I walked through the door, so we headed to the dungeon.  I stripped off my street clothes and finished my prep for play, as did FP.  On other occasions we enjoy a little foreplay, but today FP dispensed with almost all preliminaries and sent me to the fuck bench.  When your man is in the mood to fuck, what else to do but straddle the bench and relax the asshole?

 

FP rimmed me for a bit, and then teased my anus with his massive dickhead.  I began to be a little impatient, knowing what was coming, but FP didn’t keep me waiting for long.  He was soon driving his dick balls deep into my ass, but with more than the usual force.  As always it made me want to fuck back, and soon I was up on my knees and shoving my ass onto FP’s shaft.

 

Then out came the huge speculum and FP shoved its cold probes into my ass and adjusted the width of the opening to his liking. He was soon fucking again until I began rearing back and rammed the handles of the speculum into his balls.  So there was a brief pause while the device was adjusted to prevent any further such assaults. I must say that as scary as the speculum may look, it is entirely comfortable in place, and it certainly gives FP a lot of pleasure as a fucking top.

 

Next came “fuck Jake with an added dildo” time. I can almost tell which one is in use by feel; the added dildo gives me a lot of extra stretch, and at the same time, fills some of the open asshole to give FP more fucking pleasure. We had another chat about which position was better, dildo over dick or dick over dildo?  I like the dildo over dick position because then FP rams it in with his pubic bone while he fucks me. 

 

Now all of this will sound familiar to readers of past accounts, but it was different both in intensity and duration. Simply put, we were fucking much harder and for a much longer time than usual. Finally FP pried me off the fuck bench and let me stagger over to the bed.  He was about to order me into the sling when I mustered up my courage to raise a protest. “You didn’t let me deep throat your dick!”

 

Deep throating the FP penis has always been a challenge for me, and it has taken me years to do it to FP’s satisfaction. At first I would lose control and use my teeth to chew on the big meat, and was rebuked for such presumption more than once.  And then it was a problem if the dick was fully engorged, because it was simply too long and too big to swallow.  But in recent times I had succeeded at least a few times in taking it all balls deep.

 

So I felt cheated of a chance at least to try again. When I asked for it, FP presented his dick for swallowing, and of course it was as big as ever after all that fucking.  I took a deep breath and went down on the dick, and gulped it down.  I could feel the length and girth of it slipping down my throat without a hitch. I didn’t even gag.  So I did it again and again, until I was shaking with delight and could not put my thoughts or feelings into intelligent speech. 

 

FP then pointed to the sling, and I climbed in if only to rest and to avoid falling over completely.  But I soon was climbing out, because FP wanted to raise the sling to what he called “a good fucking height.”  When I was back in the sling FP strapped on his pair of leather ankle restraints, which I prefer to the stirrups for my legs. Sometimes I beg to have them on just to wear while we play. With my legs chained into position, the fucking resumed, and some fisting began.

 

But then FP stopped and asked if I knew what a hog tie was. I certainly did, but it was something new for us. So my feet were unchained from the sling. FP converted the fuck bench into a platform, and I climbed on, facing upwards. The matching wrist restraints were strapped on, and my feet were then hooked on to the ends of a spreader bar, raising my ass up and bringing it into fucking position.  It was hot as fuck just to be tied in that position. FP fucked me for a while in that rig but then he brought out his new hog-tie link, a leather cross with four steel rings. Would I like to try it?

 

Well fuck yeah I would! In a moment my hands and feet were hooked to the hog-tie link, and there I was on my back, arms and legs locked in place. I was completely helpless. My feelings exploded and my ass gaped open. FP fucked and fucked.

 

But the platform was really too low for FP, so he undid the hog tie and sent me back to the sling. He secured my feet on place, and began lubing up. But again I had to protest. “You haven’t retrained my arms!” In fact we had never played in this way, with me fully restrained. I was now begging for it. FP cleaned off his hands, and soon I was locked in position. Once again came the surge of feeling from deep within. The fucking and fisting continued.

 

We did take a rest for a bit before going back to the sling again. After some deep sleep, I reached out for FP’s dick and found it was ready for action once more. So we were back in the sling again, but this time I insisted from the first on full restraints, and even a blind fold. All of the heavy fucking had worked my ass into a state of high excitement, and fisting had become unbearably intense. So FP went back to fucking, but I soon realized that he had moved beyond maintenance level fucking.  He was going for the big finish and I wanted it all.  I lay there in the sling bound hand and foot and let him slam into my ass with explosive force.

 

He shouted, shuddered, and shot his load. I had been urging him on to the end.  But in the moment when I should have been perfectly still and let FP marinate inside me, I thoughtlessly coughed and shot his dick out of my ass. It was a rather shocking way to finish, but it couldn’t be helped.  So ended a session that for once was more of a fuck fest than a fist fest. And a new thing, being fully restrained for sex. But I went home just as happy and high as ever.

Restraining Jake to Work his Hole

 My Playroom—July, 2023

I heard from Jake, a longtime fist bud.  Readers likely remember him from all those pictures of his testicles flattened in his ball crushers which he brings with him.  Jake suddenly had tomorrow off.  I usually like to plan a little more in advance, but I had the time and I told him so.  After all, we had not seen each other for a number of months.

He arrived a little late—not like him at all.  But it seems like half the roads in Michigan are having some sort of work done on them making traffic crawl at times.  I took him down to the playroom so he could strip.  I went back up to do the same, before clomping down the stairs in my boots…

 

I want to eat his ass.  And I want to fuck it.  Right now.  I have Jake get on the fuckbench.  I kneel and dig in, my tongue reaming into his hole.  Jake groans and tells me to fuck him hard.  I stand up and slide in.  His hole is always welcoming—and he takes me to the hilt in one long, slow insertion.  I bottom out, pause for a count or two and begin the fuck.

Hard.  My pelvis is slapping his ass cheeks—the sound filling the small room.

I pull out and have him clean my dick.  He loves the taste and I push back into his ass and fuck him just as hard or harder.  I decide to stretch his ass.  The speculum comes out.  I grease it up and insert it inch by inch.  Then the slow crank open, the metal medical device opening his ass for me.  I get it wide enough so I can add my dick.  I always love this moment—the metal and the flesh sheathing my rampant cock.  I fuck, a little slower now, enjoying the dual sensation on my dick.

I crank it shut and remove it.  I move on to the egg headed dildo—my old reliable.  I work it into his now welcoming hole.  The head is big; the shaft is thin.  My dick pushes in with my cock on top of the toy, reveling in the ribbed shaft of the toy on the underside of me. 

I fuck him like this for quite some time.  Then I reverse; I go under the toy.  This makes for a tighter fit in his hole.  But I fuck him.  Hard and with purpose.

I want Jake in the sling, but we take a break for a moment on the bed.  He asks if he can deep throat me.  I know he loves it, but it is often not a pain free experience.  I let him go for it and am pleased there are no teeth contact on my head or shaft.  He does it a couple more times—but I want him on his back.

We move to the sling.  He loves the ankle restraints, not the stirrups so I use those. I eat his hole—and fuck it.  I use the big butt plug on him.  He’s now ready for my hand.  I get the left in easily, with me on my knees.  Now I stand, do it again and add my dick alongside my wrist.  Jake moans.

I go to the toy shelf once more.  The ass grommet slides over my very hard dick, supersizing the thickness of me.  The bare head of my dick sticks out from the latex.  I fuck him with the grommet in place until we are both breathless.

I ask if he’d like to use the hogtie.  Of course, he would.  I lower the middle of the fuck bench to make a padded table.  I get him out of the sling and on to the it.  I take a moment and add the wrist restraints on him, too.

I start with just his ankles attached to the spreader bar.  He pulls the bar toward his head and it rolls his ass back and up so I fuck him at a great angle.  I let him rest for a moment and do it again.  Then I pull the hogtie clip out.  All four restraints are hooked right together, over his chest.  I push down, towards Jake’s nipples and my dick slips into him again.  I pound.  He screws his eyes shut and goes into his ‘I’m restrained’ head space.  I keep up the pressure by pushing the clip down and fuck him for quite some time.

We go back to the sling.  Jake now wants his hands restrained here, too.  I truss him up.  I rim.  I fuck.  I fist.  I pull out the biggest toy and watch each hump of the shaft disappear inside him.

We take a break on the bed.  Jake falls asleep for minute—a good restorative nap.  I watch the porn.  (Gluteus Maximus from Dick Wadd.  I like my playroom porn to mirror the kinds of things we are doing, so it’s different for each hook up.)  When he starts awake, we go back to the sling.  I restraint his legs.  Arms.  He asks for a blindfold.  I put it on him and take pictures so he can later see how trussed up he is.

I fuck.  I use my left hand in him a little.  But I know it’s time to get off.  There is a lot we have not done this session, things that we often do.  But the need to breed is right there.  I fuck him hard, with long, fast strokes.  In no time, I grab the aluminum frame for support and empty my balls into the restrained, blindfolded man who is moaning in front of me.

 

Once again, Jake has written up his version of events.  The moment I post this, I am about to read it for the first time.  I will be curious to see how similar or how different his account will be.  It will be posted for you 24 hours after I post this piece.

Guest Writer: Jake Gets Another Day in the Dungeon

 Traffic was light on Grand River Avenue, route of the pioneers, that is, the first white settlers to venture into the woods and glens of Michigan’s lower peninsula. Originally a Native American trail, this highway rises at the Detroit-Windsor Tunnel and runs north by northwest to Muskegon on the shores of Lake Michigan. In my lifetime an interstate highway was built along the same route, and today most of the traffic has shifted to the newer road. A frenzy of repairs and reconstruction has rendered our freeways impassible this year, so when I hit the road for FelchingPisser’s HQ I happily found my way onto the hassle-free lanes of “Old US 16.”

 

Michigan put on quite a show for me as I rolled along. The last brilliant splendors of autumn leaves shone red and gold in the woods, and the wide fields were brilliant green, stubbled and brown, or freshly-plowed black, depending on the crops in them. No wind, not a cloud in the sky, scarcely a bump in the road! In two hours I was parking my car in front of FP’s handsome duplex. The door was ajar, so I stepped right into the house.

 

FP was ready and waiting for me, and in no time we were down in the dungeon, stripped and harnessed for sexual battle. After so many years, our encounters follow a well-known script. We touch and caress for moment or two and then I am seated on the bed attempting to deep-throat FP’s dick. Those who know it will admire my courage!

 

Today the almost-but-not-quite hard rod went down well for me. I took a hit of poppers and went for it. The strong and handsome penis seemed to explode in size as my mouth closed around it, but with some expansive motion of the throat, this monster cock slid down deep with no effort. I was thrilled at my success, and repeated the feat not once but twice more. My third attempt was power-assisted by a deep inhalation of dirty jock scent. All three of us in the room were very pleased.

 

Then it was onto the fuck bench for me, face down, rump up, ready for FP to adjust the position to his liking. He briefly ate out my ass, and then lubed it with coconut oil. Then he impaled me and soon I raised up in full cobra pose, arms straight, back arched and thighs thrusting my ass backwards into FP’s groin. It’s always the best fuck of the year for me, but this fuck exceeded all expectations. FP has told me that some fisting guys don’t want him to fuck them. I am thinking, “What’s wrong with those men?!”

 

They call it banging, and I wanted to be banged. Every jarring, smacking thud sent fire through my body. I wanted all of the shaft in me, so FP finally threw one leg up on the bench and moved in for total penetration. My ass was used for target practice, taking one direct hit after another. FP paused briefly, and I slumped on the bench.

 

Then I felt another incoming missile, this time the dildo with the narrow shaft and egg-shaped head. It was shoved into place, and a moment later, the monster cock slid in underneath it. Firing recommenced and I was taking double direct hits time after time. Another pause, and the monster cock pulled out and re-entered above the dildo. More thrusting and then a scientific tone: “Which do you like better?” FP likes to study sexual technology.

 

“Actually, I like it better when you are underneath.”  But why? “That way your pubic bone slams the base of the dildo with real force.” Very good! The monster cock slides in under the dildo to launch a further round of double-headed blasts up my ass. So we all fucked on together, and time melted away.

 

Usually time on the fuck bench is a preliminary event, a kind of foreplay for the fisting to follow, but not today. It seemed FP was in the mood to fuck all day, and I wanted to be fucked and fucked and fucked. So again, everybody was getting just what they wanted.

 

When we finally were all fucked out, we transferred operations to the sling. It was now a kind of afterglow thing, something we did because the sling was there and why not? But as soon as I lay back in the sling the hole-hunger for a fist kicked in again. FP strapped my ankles into leather restraints and pinned my legs back in wide open position. Let the fisting begin!

 

Here the details begin to get lost in the haze of sex and poppers. There was plenty of fisting, and a long session of fucking. I gifted FP with an Oxballs ass tunnel some time ago, and he likes to use it on me. He installs the tunnel on his cock and then shoves the assembly into my newly opened and lubed asshole. Good for both of us:  I get fucked with a massively enlarged cock, with the size and feel of a softball, and he has a firm tight hole to fuck. Or he gets out his speculum and installs it in my hole; he likes to fuck me with this rather scary-looking bit of med tech in place. It goes in stainless steel cold and comes out ass-heat hot.

 

We took a break to lie on the bed and drift off to sleep.  But then back to the sling, this time with my balls in the wooden crusher, and my latest hardware store find, two massive blue clamps for my tits. They close with a ratchet like stat clamps, in two positions, moderately pleasant and mind-blowingly full-on hard. We strung up my balls in the crusher, FP pinned back my legs, and I dropped back in the sling once more. FP (“The Full-Service Top”) resumed delivery of his services.

 

So it was the same, but also different. The combination of pain/pleasure in ass, balls, and nips (and a fresh snort of poppers) sent me into another place. Simply put, I went totally out of control. After years of play, I was out of control, just wanting more and more, reveling in all of it. Intellectually I went into full pause mode. Other guys have wanted to get me there, but today FP did it. A man took complete possession of my body and did as he pleased. As I said later to FP, it was hotter and wilder than ever before, scary even and very sexy. Three full hours of it! I staggered up the stairs.

 

So I drove home again, smiling all the way up Grand River Avenue. I smiled at the thought that almost 30 years have passed since I first spread my legs for FP, and it was better than ever today. And I smiled at the thought that this surely will not be the last time, but only one more leg of a long journey together.

Jake Takes It All

 My Playroom—November, 2022

In the first few days of November, I had a date to fuck and fist Jake.  (And likely abuse his balls.)  I hadn’t seen him for a quite some time, February to be precise.  We had tried on a couple of occasions to meet, but our schedules had never meshed.  But we knew we’d see each other again.  After all, he is the man I have played with longer than anyone else in my current stable of men.

He drove in on a beautiful fall day and we began to play in the early afternoon…

Jake, in his harness, sits on the bed.  I take my thickening cock out of the jock pouch.  He licks the head, savoring the pearl of precum, and then takes my length down his throat.  I harden the rest of the way as I feel his throat constrict around me.  I pull out.  Jake sighs—and does it again.  It’s harder now to get me down his throat.  Poppers come out.  The last inch goes in—but for only a second.  It actually hurts me, it’s so tight.

“Up on the bench.”

Jake complies and I kneel behind him.  I pull the cheeks apart and my tongue zeros in on his hole.  He grunts as I connect.  I get his hole as wet as I possibly can.  I am coating my cock with coconut oil as I lick his pucker.  I stand up and enter his ass.  Slow and steady.  The sippy cup of poppers is used again.  Jake sighs and tells me to fuck him.  I begin a steady thrust without the usual waiting-in-place time.  I build the strokes quickly—using my entire length on each insertion. 

It's driving him crazy.  He moans continually.  I put a foot up on the bench in front of his left knee.  I sink into him even deeper.  Again and again. 

I get the leg down and return to fucking at a more normal depth.  But Jake needs more.  Already.  I grab the egg headed dildo, lube it up and twist it into place.  My cock slides in under the toy—making his hole feel tight again.  I fuck like this for a few minutes.  Then I slip out, leaving the toy in place and add my dick on the of it.  It feels quite different as the underside of my cock rubs the many grooves of the toy.

I don’t often fist on the bench, but Jake is ready for more.  I find the Crisco under the sling and lube up my hands.  The left slides in easily.  I alternate back and forth.  A twist on the entry and another on the exit.  Left.  Right.  Left.  Right. Right. And left.

Jake is in his own world.  But as he feels me wind down, he murmurs a “Go for a double.”  I wonder if it’s too soon but say nothing.  I re-grease and slide the left into place.  My right palm glides down the forearm sticking out of his ass and joins the left hand deep in his hole.  Jake moans in absolute pleasure…

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On to the sling.  I clean up his hole of excess Crisco with a towel and then spend several minutes rewarding it with my tongue and lips.  I love the feel of ass lips in all stages of play.  Jake’s are now engorged and puffy.  I suck them into my mouth as my tongue teases deep inside him.

I slip on the Ass Grommet, the toy that supersizes my cock’s thickness.  The head pokes out unchanged in girth, but my shaft is encased now in a latex donut.  I watch Jake’s face as he feels the thickness stretch his hole.  He sighs in contentment as I sink in.  I fuck with it on for many minutes.  Then I hold the toy in place inside him and pull my cock out.  It creates a lovely vacuum sound.  I grease my cock a little and push back in through the hole in the toy and fuck him some more.

I go for a lot more hand work.  Alternating between the slightly smaller left and my active right.  I don’t go for another double.  Yet.  Jake often checks the mirror to watch the insertions, but more often has his eyes closed and is seemingly just reveling in the sensations.

I use the speculum—cranking open the device with ease.  I fuck with it in place.  Cool metal (for the first moment) on the sides and hot flesh above and below me.  Soon enough the stainless steel is as hot as his ass.

With the speculum out, I go back to full fisting.  I do a lot of stretching.  Now, with his guidance, I work in a little deeper than I have ever been inside him.   It is a slow, slow crawl into the very depths of his person.  Past the second hole…the bend…

Once I’ve retreated—it’s back to some alternating hands.  So far, they have been going in flat—fingers first and curling shut into a fist once they are inside him.  I repeat that—working up to a faster rhythm.  Now I go a true punch fist—going in with my fingers curled tightly shut.  Just a couple of times…and then it’s time to relax.

We lay on the bed.  Jake falls fully asleep for a moment.  The porn on the screen ends.  I don’t want to move to restart it for fear of waking him.  When he wakes, he grabs the red wooden box ball crusher.  I watch as he gets his nuts in place.

Jake gets back in the sling.  I find the extra chain we used before to suspend the crusher from the top of the sling stand.  We get it all in place, so the box pulls on his nut sack, while the interior of it is squeezing his large, sensitive testicles.  Jake adjusts how much pressure he wants on his nuts, and then adds nipple clamps to himself.  I am not going to tighten things down this time on the box.  I leave his balls alone and play with his hole.  Some cock, the egg headed toy again and, mostly, my hands.

I start fisting the usual way.  But I am gliding home to a double much more often.  More so than I have ever doubled Jake.  He is now literally in another head space.  All from just poppers and the pleasure I am giving his hole. 

We are quickly wrapping up play.  His hole is tiring.  I can tell.  I do one more double.  Jake breathes as if giving birth---and suddenly his whole body shudders as his internal orgasm takes over…

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Jake has often written up the play from his perspective.  I have just read his version.  We remember things in a similar way—with some interesting differences.  I will publish his write up tomorrow, 24 hours from when I publish this one.

If you need pictures of Jake during play, or his ball crushers, hit the “Jake” button in the ‘labels’ column or at the bottom of this post.