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Freshman year was when I discovered I loved dick, sophomore year was when I became open about it, and since then, I've been pushing my limits as much as possible. I realized that I crave being made as submissive as possible. I've been spitroasted between two drunk frat guys, and I've walked back to my dorm with jizz on my face at 4 am. I downloaded Grindr, and I've been fucking every hot guy (my age or daddy) that strikes my interest, always looking to try something I've never done before.
Last week, I started talking to an older guy, in his 50s, with a place near my school. He was grey, but in great shape, with a muscular, hairy chest, and from how he talked, he was kinky as hell. I, since I haven't described myself yet, am a pretty typical twink. I've got long red hair that's somewhere between wavy and curly, I'm 5'5" with fair skin and a petite frame. We exchanged some pics, and he started asking about my experience with bondage. I'd been tied up a bit before, but I really hadn't had much experience, though I wanted to try it. He asked me if I had any desire to be in a gangbang. I told him I'd thought a lot about it. I'm not going to bore you with the whole text conversation, but in the end, he told me to be there Saturday afternoon, and for me to get ready for a long night. He would take care of the rest.
I, of course, was nervous as fuck. Friday, I basically ate nothing but fiber and roughage, and I barely ate anything Saturday morning. I took a long shower, shaved off any hair I could find, and used a buttplug to warm myself up. Then I drove over.
Henry greeted me at the door; he was just like his pictures, an absolute silver fox. He was much taller and stronger than me. Rather than strip me down immediately, he invited me into his kitchen for a glass of wine to ease my nerves. His house was really, really nice, and it was clear that this well-dressed older gentleman was quite wealthy.
While I sipped on a glass of wine that I pretended to enjoy, he said he wanted to go over ground rules. He asked if I had any hard limits. I thought about it, and told him I didn't want anything to do with piss or shit, and that I didn't want anything intensely painful like flogging. He asked if I was ok with regular spanking, and I said I was, just nothing really masochistic. He asked if I was ready, I said yes.
"There are three rules," he told me. "Rule one, you do not speak unless you are directly asked a question or need to use the safeword. Rule two, you are to answer every question anyone asks you with 'sir'. Rule three, you are never again to be clothed while in this house. When you leave, your clothes will be returned to you, and if you are ever allowed to return, you must undress on the front doorstep. Do you understand?"
His commanding tone and serious expression made me. fucking. melt. It was like a switch was flipped, and he entirely took over. All I could say was, "Yes, sir."
"Good. Now strip."
I obeyed, taking off all my clothes one by one. Henry took each article of clothing as I removed them, and once I was completely naked, he left, taking my clothes into some other room. He returned with a pink collar attached to a pink leash that he snapped shut around my neck, then appraised me as I stood there, vulnerable and nervous. He then nodded as if to say he approved, then turned and gave the leash a tug. I followed, helpless to refuse. "Oh, and the safe word is 'red'".
We descended into his dark basement together in silence, my heart pounding several hundred thousand beats a minute. I could swear he heard it and said nothing. I stood in darkness at the bottom of the stairs for a moment, and then an actual switch was flipped, and I found myself in the middle of a sex dungeon. Whips and flogs decorated the walls, buttplugs and dildoes of all sizes were displayed. There was a sex swing in the corner, but in the middle of the room, there was an honest to god, wooden stockade, like from the middle ages.
He lead me over to the stockade, pulling the leash so that I would put my head into the opening in the middle. I obediently put my hands into the other two holes, and he gently lowered the stockade, snapping it shut around my head. I'm pretty slim, and while my head was certainly trapped in the neckhole, both of my hands could slip out easily. He remedied that, tying deft knots that I couldn't really understand in seconds, attaching the ropes to nearby pegs in the stockade.
Henry held a vial to my nose, and I felt the hot rush of poppers throughout my body. Then he went around behind me, and after a few moments, I felt the cold touch of lube on my ass. He slowly, gently, started to probe me with one of his fingers; nearly every other guy I've ever been with I've had to tell to be more gentle, but Henry, he took his time in the truest sense of the word. It was probably five minutes between the moment he first touched my asshole and getting just the first finger in all the way, and he kept with that pace the whole time. First the one finger, then two. Instead of three, I felt a rubber plug push into me, push slowly. Then another, slightly bigger one. Then another.
It must have been over an hour, me trapped there in the stockade, and Henry just patiently working my asshole wider and wider. At no point was I really in much pain, despite the larger and larger instruments he was using. I was hard as a rock the whole time, but he completely ignored my cock. He would give me occasional hits of the poppers to keep me relaxed and receptive. Then, the doorbell rang.
Before Henry left to get the doorbell, he came over in front of the stockade, and put a blindfold over my eyes. "This is not to come off of you once the entire night. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir."
Then he left. It could only have been a couple of minutes, but those minutes felt like hours. Then I heard steps, more than two sets, a number, in fact. Footsteps echoed around me, and I felt the room fill up. A vial was pressed up against my nose, and I took a big inhale. Not seconds later, I jolted as a cock slammed right inside me, burying itself to the hilt immediately. I would have screamed if I hadn't been warmed up, but instead, I moaned a high pitched moan of submissive pleasure, a moan that was quickly muffled by a second cock that was stuffed in my mouth.
I really want to give you guys as many details of the next couple hours, but there isn't a whole lot that isn't fuzzy. I was in the stockade for quite some time, but I couldn't say how long. While I was there, the doorbell rang at least another seven or eight times. If the room was full before, now it was packed. There were conversations everywhere, the dull buzz of a party, really, and in the middle of it, I was getting fucked constantly. There was a dick in my mouth constantly. Not a soul touched my dick the whole time, and I was consistently plied with poppers. I basically tuned out and lost myself in a sea of pleasure; it was essentially an out of body experience.
Eventually, my legs just gave out. I'd been forced to stand through all of the fucking, and I just couldn't anymore. The ropes around my hands were untied, and the stockade opened. I was lifted up by a number of hands, and I wasn't even able to use my own muscles. I thought that it was probably over, but I was wrong. I heard the dragging of metal on concrete as the sex swing was pulled out from the corner, and I was laid down into it, each of my limbs getting fastened in the swing. Then, I was again assaulted by dick at both ends. With each thrust, the cock in my mouth would slam into my throat. From this angle, I was able to deepthroat easily, although my drool was all over my face and neck. One guy would leave my throat or my ass, and another would replace it.
I came from anal for the first time in that swing, the constant cock being too much for my senses. With an earth-shattering moan, I started bucking, and blasted cum all over myself; no one touched my cock at all the whole time, although the frequency of my pounding reached a fever pitch while I was getting fucked, and a moment later, I felt my ass fill up with warm jizz (I'm on PrEP, don't worry).
As if taking myself cumming as a cue, the next half hour was, seemingly, every guy who came over fucking or mouth fucking me until they, too, came either inside or on me. This was probably my favorite part of the night, as they fucked harder right before they came, and I loved bathing in their hot juices.
And then, it was over. There really was no warning, just the last dick to shoot on my chest wasn't replaced by another one, and the room suddenly felt much emptier. I felt strong hands unfasten my arms and legs, and I was gathered up in strong arms. I was carried then, still completely senseless, up the stairs, and up to the second floor, where I was laid out into a Jacuzzi that had been filled with hot water, and my blindfold was removed.
I just lay there for a while, Henry naked and lounging with me. Eventually, I started to stir a bit, come to consciousness.
"How are you?"
"Wonderful," I said, my voice still dreamy.
"I'm glad," he said. "Any regrets?"
"None," I said, then lapsed back into just being.
Henry let me sleep in his huge bed, cuddled up against his silver chest. I woke up in the morning with a very interesting text on my phone. It was a few pictures, in the stockade with a dick in my mouth, from behind getting fucked, and in the swing covered in cum. I didn't give my number to Henry, we only talked through Grindr, so that means that someone who knows me (almost definitely through school) was at the gangbang.
So far, I haven't heard back from the mystery guy, though I'm not concerned or anything, as I am out at the school. More intrigued than anything. And Henry and I have kept in contact; he asked if I would like to do it again, I said hell yes, but not soon. It wasn't the type of thing you do regularly, but damn if it wasn't the best sexual experience of my life.
Last week, I started talking to an older guy, in his 50s, with a place near my school. He was grey, but in great shape, with a muscular, hairy chest, and from how he talked, he was kinky as hell. I, since I haven't described myself yet, am a pretty typical twink. I've got long red hair that's somewhere between wavy and curly, I'm 5'5" with fair skin and a petite frame. We exchanged some pics, and he started asking about my experience with bondage. I'd been tied up a bit before, but I really hadn't had much experience, though I wanted to try it. He asked me if I had any desire to be in a gangbang. I told him I'd thought a lot about it. I'm not going to bore you with the whole text conversation, but in the end, he told me to be there Saturday afternoon, and for me to get ready for a long night. He would take care of the rest.
I, of course, was nervous as fuck. Friday, I basically ate nothing but fiber and roughage, and I barely ate anything Saturday morning. I took a long shower, shaved off any hair I could find, and used a buttplug to warm myself up. Then I drove over.
Henry greeted me at the door; he was just like his pictures, an absolute silver fox. He was much taller and stronger than me. Rather than strip me down immediately, he invited me into his kitchen for a glass of wine to ease my nerves. His house was really, really nice, and it was clear that this well-dressed older gentleman was quite wealthy.
While I sipped on a glass of wine that I pretended to enjoy, he said he wanted to go over ground rules. He asked if I had any hard limits. I thought about it, and told him I didn't want anything to do with piss or shit, and that I didn't want anything intensely painful like flogging. He asked if I was ok with regular spanking, and I said I was, just nothing really masochistic. He asked if I was ready, I said yes.
"There are three rules," he told me. "Rule one, you do not speak unless you are directly asked a question or need to use the safeword. Rule two, you are to answer every question anyone asks you with 'sir'. Rule three, you are never again to be clothed while in this house. When you leave, your clothes will be returned to you, and if you are ever allowed to return, you must undress on the front doorstep. Do you understand?"
His commanding tone and serious expression made me. fucking. melt. It was like a switch was flipped, and he entirely took over. All I could say was, "Yes, sir."
"Good. Now strip."
I obeyed, taking off all my clothes one by one. Henry took each article of clothing as I removed them, and once I was completely naked, he left, taking my clothes into some other room. He returned with a pink collar attached to a pink leash that he snapped shut around my neck, then appraised me as I stood there, vulnerable and nervous. He then nodded as if to say he approved, then turned and gave the leash a tug. I followed, helpless to refuse. "Oh, and the safe word is 'red'".
We descended into his dark basement together in silence, my heart pounding several hundred thousand beats a minute. I could swear he heard it and said nothing. I stood in darkness at the bottom of the stairs for a moment, and then an actual switch was flipped, and I found myself in the middle of a sex dungeon. Whips and flogs decorated the walls, buttplugs and dildoes of all sizes were displayed. There was a sex swing in the corner, but in the middle of the room, there was an honest to god, wooden stockade, like from the middle ages.
He lead me over to the stockade, pulling the leash so that I would put my head into the opening in the middle. I obediently put my hands into the other two holes, and he gently lowered the stockade, snapping it shut around my head. I'm pretty slim, and while my head was certainly trapped in the neckhole, both of my hands could slip out easily. He remedied that, tying deft knots that I couldn't really understand in seconds, attaching the ropes to nearby pegs in the stockade.
Henry held a vial to my nose, and I felt the hot rush of poppers throughout my body. Then he went around behind me, and after a few moments, I felt the cold touch of lube on my ass. He slowly, gently, started to probe me with one of his fingers; nearly every other guy I've ever been with I've had to tell to be more gentle, but Henry, he took his time in the truest sense of the word. It was probably five minutes between the moment he first touched my asshole and getting just the first finger in all the way, and he kept with that pace the whole time. First the one finger, then two. Instead of three, I felt a rubber plug push into me, push slowly. Then another, slightly bigger one. Then another.
It must have been over an hour, me trapped there in the stockade, and Henry just patiently working my asshole wider and wider. At no point was I really in much pain, despite the larger and larger instruments he was using. I was hard as a rock the whole time, but he completely ignored my cock. He would give me occasional hits of the poppers to keep me relaxed and receptive. Then, the doorbell rang.
Before Henry left to get the doorbell, he came over in front of the stockade, and put a blindfold over my eyes. "This is not to come off of you once the entire night. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir."
Then he left. It could only have been a couple of minutes, but those minutes felt like hours. Then I heard steps, more than two sets, a number, in fact. Footsteps echoed around me, and I felt the room fill up. A vial was pressed up against my nose, and I took a big inhale. Not seconds later, I jolted as a cock slammed right inside me, burying itself to the hilt immediately. I would have screamed if I hadn't been warmed up, but instead, I moaned a high pitched moan of submissive pleasure, a moan that was quickly muffled by a second cock that was stuffed in my mouth.
I really want to give you guys as many details of the next couple hours, but there isn't a whole lot that isn't fuzzy. I was in the stockade for quite some time, but I couldn't say how long. While I was there, the doorbell rang at least another seven or eight times. If the room was full before, now it was packed. There were conversations everywhere, the dull buzz of a party, really, and in the middle of it, I was getting fucked constantly. There was a dick in my mouth constantly. Not a soul touched my dick the whole time, and I was consistently plied with poppers. I basically tuned out and lost myself in a sea of pleasure; it was essentially an out of body experience.
Eventually, my legs just gave out. I'd been forced to stand through all of the fucking, and I just couldn't anymore. The ropes around my hands were untied, and the stockade opened. I was lifted up by a number of hands, and I wasn't even able to use my own muscles. I thought that it was probably over, but I was wrong. I heard the dragging of metal on concrete as the sex swing was pulled out from the corner, and I was laid down into it, each of my limbs getting fastened in the swing. Then, I was again assaulted by dick at both ends. With each thrust, the cock in my mouth would slam into my throat. From this angle, I was able to deepthroat easily, although my drool was all over my face and neck. One guy would leave my throat or my ass, and another would replace it.
I came from anal for the first time in that swing, the constant cock being too much for my senses. With an earth-shattering moan, I started bucking, and blasted cum all over myself; no one touched my cock at all the whole time, although the frequency of my pounding reached a fever pitch while I was getting fucked, and a moment later, I felt my ass fill up with warm jizz (I'm on PrEP, don't worry).
As if taking myself cumming as a cue, the next half hour was, seemingly, every guy who came over fucking or mouth fucking me until they, too, came either inside or on me. This was probably my favorite part of the night, as they fucked harder right before they came, and I loved bathing in their hot juices.
And then, it was over. There really was no warning, just the last dick to shoot on my chest wasn't replaced by another one, and the room suddenly felt much emptier. I felt strong hands unfasten my arms and legs, and I was gathered up in strong arms. I was carried then, still completely senseless, up the stairs, and up to the second floor, where I was laid out into a Jacuzzi that had been filled with hot water, and my blindfold was removed.
I just lay there for a while, Henry naked and lounging with me. Eventually, I started to stir a bit, come to consciousness.
"How are you?"
"Wonderful," I said, my voice still dreamy.
"I'm glad," he said. "Any regrets?"
"None," I said, then lapsed back into just being.
Henry let me sleep in his huge bed, cuddled up against his silver chest. I woke up in the morning with a very interesting text on my phone. It was a few pictures, in the stockade with a dick in my mouth, from behind getting fucked, and in the swing covered in cum. I didn't give my number to Henry, we only talked through Grindr, so that means that someone who knows me (almost definitely through school) was at the gangbang.
So far, I haven't heard back from the mystery guy, though I'm not concerned or anything, as I am out at the school. More intrigued than anything. And Henry and I have kept in contact; he asked if I would like to do it again, I said hell yes, but not soon. It wasn't the type of thing you do regularly, but damn if it wasn't the best sexual experience of my life.
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