the things they say about him

musings of a sexual libertine

Saturday, January 13, 2007

when he was bad...

"you like being handcuffed, son?"
"yes, sir."
"you gonna do everything i tell you?"
"yeah."
"yes...what?"
"yes...sir."
"then let's begin."

and we do. he's crouched in a cage, sweaty and dirty. he's wearing nothing but leather chaps, boots, and a chain link collar. and he's clearly into it because he's already hard. occasionally some pre-cum dribbles out from his dick. he rubs his finger across the head of it to get a taste. he's eager to be Sub'ed out.

and "he" happens to be me.

i'm in a basement. it belongs to a Dom i've talked to online before. he's always wanted to have me over - but i usually decline. the urge to Sub, for me, is pretty sporadic and happens on the fly. but the appeal of a fully furnished dungeon sounded intriguing - and i was in the mood to suck a guy's dick. so i relented.

hence the cage. with all things sex related - i like to give 100 percent. that includes being treated like a dirty bitch.

"you been bad?"
"oh yeah, dad."
"how bad?"
"filthy, sir."
"show me. show me exactly how these boys of yours suck you off."

he knows i'm a top - and gets off when i tell him about the dudes i fuck. he definitely likes hearing how i "force" someone to give me head.

but this time - he wants me to show him.

when i got there, we talked for a bit - had a few beers. i had a vicodin beforehand - so that along with the miller lite - loosened me. i tilt my head towards the grating. his dick hovers - than slides in my mouth. i take it in one swallow.

the times i've gone to bathhouses - i go to town in the glory hole room. with me being an unapologetic top - one would think i would be the first to stick my dick through the hole. but nothing gets me harder than tasting a dick that's all mushroom head, veins, and ready to drop a load in a willing mouth.

so i'm giving him head. at times he angles himself so i can work on his balls. he's shaven (not that i mind hair) so after a while his nutsack is shiny with spit. sometimes he slaps my face with his dick so spit runs down my face and chin. at one point, he pours some of his beer he's been swilling onto my face and his dick as i give him head. this goes on for a good long while (not that i'm complaining). then suddenly, he says:

"be right back."

he pulls away, heads out the basement. i hear him go up the stairs. so i squat there. in a cage. covered in beer. and spit. and pre-cum. seconds stretch into a minute. and that minute becomes a few - at least five or so. my dick goes soft.

finally, i hear him come back down. without missing a beat, he walks right up to the cage. he holds his dick out. and takes a leak.

warm. slightly yellow. slight smell - but nothing overpowering. his piss streams down my neck and across my chest. almost instantaneously, i'm hard. because i'm squatting, i lean back so his piss splashes across my crotch and hard dick. some of his piss gets on his boots. we both eye this at the same time.

"clean them" is all he says.

he unlocks the cage and hoists me out. the funny thing is, i stand a good head taller than him (i'm 6'0"). but in this setting - he's the boss. what he says goes. so i go to work on his boots. he's wearing steel toes - so he's courteous enough to stand completely still. i pretty much stuff the whole front portion of his boots in my mouth - savoring the taste of the leather. he tips up slightly, and i clean the front part of his cleats.

"you like that piss, son?"
"absofuckinlutely, sir. can you give me more?"
"if you're a good boy. you ready for what you came here for?"
i can't help but grin. "anything you say, sir."
"yeah, that's kinda the idea."

he handcuffs me to his wall. his "playroom" is a converted basement - and it's stocked. the aforementioned cage. bars and rods and several other ways to restrain someone(s). an assortment of handcuffs. a sling. harnesses. you get the idea.

after restraining me, he gets a bottle of baby oil. squeezes some on my dick. slowly jerks me off. speeds up. stops. takes a few steps back and just stares. stares in that way (and you know what i'm talking about). strokes himself. and moves back and starts to jerk me off again.

a few pre-set rules we agreed upon:

  1. he could do anything except try to fuck me.
  2. he could have a few of his friends over to take turns (they could not fuck me either)
  3. he could piss on me - often - but i would only drink/taste of my own volition.
  4. he could take polaroids - only i could keep them

he opted not to have other guys over; he wanted me all to himself (his words). and he was definitely using this alone time to take things at his leisure (again - no complaints here).

so he spent our time together edging me towards cumming. which ties into our next agreement. i had to tell him when i got close. and every time i told him - he would stop. sometimes he would take that break to jerk himself off. other times he would "mock" me - remind me of how it must feel to be so close and not be able to cum. other time, he would just smoke and stare.

sometimes he would get a really tight grip around my dick and jerk me off really fast. with the baby oiled grip, it felt like i was plugged into a really tight hole. and of course, that would get me close - which would start the process all over again.

at one point, he just jerked off just the head of my dick. we both would just stared at it - shiny with oil - big and swollen from wanting to cum.

after awhile, my legs start to shake. but i can't sink down, because it pulls on the cuffs. at this point, i'm sweating like a pig (pun intended). so along with beer/pre-cum/spit - i'm also covered in baby oil and sweat. and ready to drop my load (and to the floor).

he gives me a sly smile. "you ready to cum, son?"
"oh yes, sir. please make me cum sir. i can't take much more." i need to cum so bad i'm practically whining.
he stands and stares - jacking himself. "just what i wanted to hear."

he grips my dick and stands real close. like thisclose. and starts jacking me hard. but the funny thing? now it's taking me forever to climb back up to cumming. i'm beginning to wonder if i might be too worn out to cum properly, when he uses his other hand to press his finger in that spot between my balls and my asshole.

like a turnkey, i shoot. i drop forward, and he has to hold me by my torso as my whole body starts jerking. the cuffs cut into my wrists a little when i drop - but it feels kinda good. so even though he's holding me up, i pull at my wrists a little to feel them dig into my skin.

i'm still panting even after when i'm able to stand on my own. there's cum all over my leg and his. like, streams. we look each other in the eye.

"good job there, son."
i grin at him. "well...y'know. i try."

3 Comments:

Blogger B4SKIN said...

That was a fucking hot post. Have a regular fuck buddy of mine that rapes my throat and ass on accassion when the mood strikes me-- after reading your post-- the mood is striking. Thanks!

1/14/2007 3:45 PM  
Blogger Raven in NYC (aka Mark) said...

Well that certainly is a great return to blogging. Glad to have you back.

1/14/2007 6:40 PM  
Blogger The Average Joe said...

hey dont be taking such long breaks again, yup i guess you become the best if you continue learning new tricks eh :-)

1/16/2007 6:39 PM  

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