Learning His Place

Can we go to my place?

Okay.... Given our history I was a bit cautious about going to his place and his....playroom. On the other hand I wasn't too keen on him knowing where I lived. But thinking on that wonderful hairy ass and the chance to sink into it as deep as I could, overcame the qualms I was fighting. I agreed to go to his place. While he went to get dressed, I compromised by shooting Dave, my bartender/friend a text,, letting him know what I was doing. That way if I disappeared at least there would be someone who knew where to look.

Brock gave me his address, since we both drove to the Hole that day.

I pulled up to a well kept Old Victorian. I always knew plumbing was a well paying job, but a Victorian, in this area, even a fixer upper, wasn't bought with chump change.

Brock was waiting for me on the big wide front porch. He almost had a look of relief on his face. Probably thought I was going to ghost him. He almost seemed anxious as he ushered me throught the front doors.

It was kind of obvious this house was in the process of renovation once inside. The pristine exterior didn't match the chaos inside, Everywhere I looked there were signs of work to restore the place from years ot even decades of neglect.

When Brock tried to apologize for the mess, I waved him off. " Dude, I;m not here to critique your home." I waggled my heavy red brows at him. " There was an incentive of you offering up your fine ass to be topped!"

He actually blushed, This was a real turn-a-round, from the overly aggressive Brock, I first encountered. I smiled at him, with maybe just a trace of evil. " Hmm.... I think I like seeing you in just your ratty old jock.... Maybe you could strip down to that for me?" He hesitated a moment, possibly not sure I was serious. " Here in the living room?" " Why?" I peered around. " Is there someone else here to see you?" " Umm, No." " Don't you ever wander around the house in your underwear? Or naked?" He blushed. " Umm, yeah." " So, then no problem, Right?"

Yeah, I know I was being pushy. I confess, ordering around big masculine guys, turns me on. After living a childhood with no control, I admit I'm a bit of a control freak. Besides, every man I've been with has always had the option to say no.

I was sure happy, when he began pulling clothes off that big sexy body. It looked like I was going to get my way. He was kind of awkward. Especially when he dropped jeans, only to realize his boots were still on. Soon, enough he was standing almost nude, in all his hairy, muscular glory. He looked at me quizzically. " You keeping your clothes on?" I nodded. " For now."

There is a aspect of control in remaining clothed while the object of your attention is naked or nearly so. It gives a psychological advantage. The person feels a bit vulnerable, or so I've been told. I walked around him, as if perusing goods on sale. He straightened himself, as if to look better, When I came around to his front again, I smiled gently. " I believe you wanted to show me your playroom?"

He lit up at that, and turned, without a word, to head for the stairs. Okay, no dungeon in the basemant. Saliva filled my mouth, as I watched that beautiful, full ass, sway up the stairs in front of me. My already half hard dick, went full mast in my cramped jeans. He led me down a hall towards the front of the second floor. He opened a door, and ushered me into a well lit room.

No, not a dungeon, it seemed, but a castle tower. This old Victorian had double turrets on each side of the front. His playroom was in one of the front turret rooms. And what a playroom.

There was quite an unusual looking piece of furniture in the room. Oh, there was the standard X- shaped timbers against one wall. Complete with shackles. Even an old fashion set of stocks, facing the big bay type windows. There was one very interesting contraption, that looked like a combination, workout bench, pulley and board combination.

I walked up to it and ran my hands along the wood. There were shackles for wrists on one end. Then there were shackles for ankles on some of the complicated looking arms at the other end. " This is interesting. Never seen anything like it." Brock seemed to swell with pride. " That's my own creation." " HMMMM... Care to show me how all of this works?"

He walked up to the other side of the contraption. " Well, a person lies front down on the bench, their knees go on this part, and their legs go on this lower bar." He looked to see if I understood. I nodded. " Then they get shackled by the arms and ankles." I smiled, realizing just how that positioned someone's ass. " then you turn this crank and spread the guy's legs as far as they can tolerate." He smiled proudly at me. " Been told it leaves you feeling exposed and really at someone's mercy." I didn't think my dick could get any more cramped in my jeans, but I was wrong.He pointed to another pair of cranks, that looked like they were attached to car jacks. " These let you raise and lower the body board, so you can position a body, to fit your needs. Like putting a guys ass on just the right level, if you know what I'm saying?" Oh yeah, I could totally picture that. I looked over at the hunk of man. His eyes lit up with pride. I smiled.

" Ever been cuffed to this thing?" He looked a bit startled, then bit his lip. " No....... But I have laid on it and imagined someone strapping me down." He cleared his throat. " I jacked off a few times imagining being helpless and someone taking away all of my control." He actually blushed and looked anywhere but at my face.

"Hmmm... Why don't you climb on board and show me how it looks?" He blushed again, but moved to lie down on the board. I avidly watched his ass as he squirmed around to get in place. Once he was settled, I noticed for the first time, the odd slot at the end of the bench. A cutout to allow his cock and balls to hang freely. I hunkered down to look under the bench. It was lined in some smooth material. I could just imagine the head of a hard cock sliding along the underside. The more I saw , the more I was impressed.

Brock was looking over his shoulder.watching. I went to the front and simply held out my hand. He hesitated, thren in either a show of trust or bravado, gave me his. I smiled as I reached fpr the wrist restraint, and carefully buckled it around his hairy wrist. Brock closed his eyes, tugged a bit and sighed. Then offered up his other arm.

Once that wrist was secured, I slowly walked to the other end, trailing my fingers down his arm, his shoulder, his side, his hip, and a very hairy leg. When I got to his ankle, I shifted it to line up with the leg restraint. I shackled that leg in place, then moved to repeat the action with his other ankle.

Then I stood back and looked at the big hairy man, who at this point was at my mercy. Brock was already breathing fast. Being in my control and not in his own was having an effect on him. I quick glance at the underside of the bench, showed his dick straining the pouch of the old jock. I went to the system that controlled the leg arms. I slowly began to crank Brock's thick thighs apart.. I watched his face, no use in making him too uncomfortable. When he grimaced I stopped cranking. I went to stand behind him.

I walked up between his spread thighs, until my denim crotch was nestled against his hairy ass cheeks. HIs contraption must have been set for his taller frame, but with my long legs, I doubted I would need to make any adjustments to fill his waiting hole. I leaned forward to place my hands on either side of his bull neck. I could feel Brock's body tense. I wondered if he was feeling extremely vulnerable. I mean, honestly, I could very easily wrap my long fingers around his neck. He released a long sigh, possibly of relief, as I began to slide my hands over his muscular back. Yeah, it wasn't the back of some toned gym monster, but it was a solid manly back. I plucked at the hair here and there in my explorations. Savored the feel of soft back hair on my finger tips.

As I explored his body, I kept my hard denim covered bulged firmly against his ass. A look down my body, showed my crotch had pushed in between his big mounds, seperating them like a hard wedge. I wondered if he could feel the rough denim against his hole. I let my hands roam down his body until my fingers found his nipples. I gently rolled the peaks between my fingers, and Brock let out a soft moan. Responsive to nipple play, very nice to know. To test the theory, I gave both nips a sharp tug, and was rewarded with a gasp and Brock's body arching, forcing his cheeks around my crotch further apart.

I resumed carressing his body, watching a sheen of sweat glisten on his skin. When I got to his hips, I leaned forward to lay my torso on his back as I by passed his ass and focused my exploration on his furry thighs. I licked a trail of sweat off his back as I slowly slid down his body. His big chest was heaving, and he tensed when I reached the tuft of hair at the small of his back. I slid my body down across his ass until I was kneeling behind him. I reached between his legs, to cup the strained pouch of his jock. Then I slipped the material aside, to get my first glimpse of his man parts. Two fat rounds, encased in a large round hairy sack. Reminded me of the balls on a boar. His uncut cock was thick, had a nice purplish head, leaking precum.

He jolted, when I ran a finger from the drooling tip, down the shaft, over his balls and to his taint. He sqirmed again, when I reversed the action, and ended sliding my fingers over drooling slit. I continued tracing up and down his shaft, as my other hand fondled his big boar balls. He began to sqirm, then breathlessly asked me to stop, or he would come.

I abruptly stopped, stood then went to stand in front of Brock. " I think it only fair, you see what is about to find it's way inside you." I unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned my jeans and let my cock out of it's constraints.

Brock's eyes went wide when my dick sprang out. Now I'm not that long. With the foreskin peeled back, my cock is about seven and half inches long. Up end of average. What is not so average is the girth. I have heard the term beer can used to describe my dick. While not quite that fat, it does come close. It also has an unusual shape. The head isn't one of those mushroom heads some guys have, but it's big enough. My shaft gradually widens, so it continues to stretch an asshole wide as I slide in. Then it narrows a bit nearer the base, so it allows a hole to slip closed a bit. Coming out, that hole gets stretched out all over again. I imagine it feels like a fat butt plug forced in and out , the ass lips stretching, closing then stretching again.

I smiled at the gulping motion of his Adam's apple, and the slightly alarmed set of eyes focused on my cock. " Don't worry, I intend to loosen you up first. A big gorgeous ass like yours needs to be savored first." With that I went back behind Brock and knelt down. I placed a hand on each furred mound, and gently massaged them. I watched intently as his crack opened and closed, exposing then obscuring the little pucker inside. Then I pulled each muscular cheek apart and gazed to my horny heart's content at his most intimate place.

That twitching pucker was surprisingly tiny. It must have been the only thing small about the man. I let go one cheek, to free my hand. and brought a finger up to touch that little slit. Brock's body clenched, and what sounded like a very needy groan, escaped his lips. " Like me touching your hole, Big Boy?" I took his grunt and the wiggle of his hips as a yes. " Well...I like touching your sweet little hole too. In fact it looks good enough to taste!" So I did. I touched the tip of my tongue to his hole , right beside my massaging finger. Little salty from sweat and abit funky to my nose. Not shit funky, but more like concentrated man smell.

I slapped my hand back to his cheek and pried the hairy globes apart as far as I could. Then I began to lick, and force my tongue inside of him. Brock pushed back against my mouth as far as his restraints allowed. I greedily plundered that tiny hole, until my leaking cock threatened to spew. I backed off eating ass, and looked around. Lube would be needed, and apparently Brock was always prepared, because a tube was conveniently within reach. Along with condoms. I snagged the lube and spreading those wonderful full cheeks, I squeeezed some onto his tiny slit. I used a finger to smooth all around the lips of his madly twitching hole. As I did that, I squeezed more lube on my fingers. Once the massaging finger was wet, I pushed at his hole.

He was incredibly tight. I thought my finger would snap off when he clenched it. I let my finger still, and held it in by force. Just one skinny finger, and Brock was panting lke I shoved a Sherman Tank up his butt. I was beginning to doubt this big man would ever take my big cock. Suddenly he took a huge breath, let it out and his lips relaxed enough to let my finger slide all of the way in.

I admit, seeing my finger buried to the hillt inside his pink hole was so hot, it made my cock jump. Then Brock tenatively began to wriggle his hips around, causing my finger to slide around inside him. The hot wet feel of his insides felt so great on my finger. I knew I was going to have to speed things up a bit, if I ever wanted my dick to feel that same hot wetness.

I quested with my finger tip until I found that wonderful little bundle of nerves that can drive a man wild. Brock let out a mini roar when I connected. I concentrated on his joy bundle for a while, then pulled back, to slip another finger into him. Again, his little hole was so tight, I was afraid it wouldn't go in. It took some pressure but I managed two fingers. Brock went wild when two fingers rubbed his prostate, He bucked, moaned, and gasped. I think at that point he experienced a true anal orgasm. I could see a long string of precum dripping under him to the floor.

I began to finger fuck the man at that point. I knew I needed to loosen up his hole more. It seems I have a three finger dick. Even then I'm told it can hurt . Finally I managed to get three digits inside his hot channel. By now the sight of half my hand inside him was making my own dick drool a small stream. I was honestly afraid I'd come, or he'd come before I could get my cock inside him,

I pulled out and eyed his hole. I hoped I'd loosened him enough, but knew I couldn't wait any more. I grabbed a condom, ripped it open and slid it on my dick. There was so much precum, I didn't even need to lube it first. I slapped some lube on my shaft, dribbled a bit more on his hole and I was ready.

I crowded up close to his spread legs, and rested my shaft on the crease of his butt. I let it slide down his crease and with out guidance it lodge against his pucker. A slight push and the head was spreading that same pucker. He was so tight. As I forced more cock into him, I saw his big hands clench on the restraint straps. His face was contorted in a grimace, but he didn't ask me to stop. I watched the pink ring indent around my dick as I f.orced my self all of the way in. I held, until I saw the tension in his back release. Then I began the slow pull out. As I moved out, I watched the lips of his hole pull out with my cock. When I got to the wide part, Brock whimpered and grabbed the straps again. I began to move in and out of the big man slowly, feeling the incredible hot wet tightness of him.

My cock must have been hitting that special bundle of nerves and sliding along it, because Brock's body was shuddering under me. His hands were white where they gripped the straps anchoring him in place. I palmed his big hairy cheeks and spread them wide as I could. I love to watch my dick work a nice hot hole.

As I continued to slowly slide in and out, Brock began to squirm under my ministrations. His breathing was getting heavy, small moans and gasps, slipping from his lips. I leaned over his back to to growl in his ear. " So...... Is my dick working your hole what you dreamed of?" He shivered under me, and the back of his neck reddened. " Yes....?" I was surprised by the question in his voice. " But?" Now the red deepened. " It feels so good......but....I kind of dreamed of you really pounding me! I really want to feel like I did on the floor....totally in your control!"

I laughed.

Not saying a word I grabbed his hips and pulled most of the way out.

Then I thrust into him hard, the force rocking his whole body. Brock yelped. I then began to slam as hard as I could, spearing his ass. His big hairy ass cheeks were rippling from the force of my hips slamming into them. He began to curse under his breath, urging me on. His curses got louder, as I began to pull all of the way out and slam back inside him, my cock never missing his hole.He was practically screaming out his pleasure, reduced to " Yeeesss! Plow my hole! Fuck! Fuck! Slam my hole!", his ass rising to meet my cock each time.

Then he let out a deep roar and his body began convulsing under me. He shuddered and moaned, his insides spasming around my penis. I slammed into him one more time, grasping his hips, keeping myself buried as deep as I could. I held his shuddering body in place, letting his spasming guts, work my cock to climax.

Then with my own roar I emptied myself inside his body. As my own orgasm caused me to shudder, it vibrated my spasming cock in his hole, causing him to moan and gasp.

Then he seemed to have another anal orgasm, and convulsed around me once again, his greedy ass trying to swallow my cock. My orgasm was so strong, I could see the white marks on his hips where my fingers were dug into him.

Finally, I finished emptying my load inside him. I unceremoniously pulled out of him with a slurp. As I was waiting for my breathing to steady, I cupped those gorgeous hairy cheeks and leaned on his heaving body. Then I began to rub my still hard cock back in the cleft, rubbing the cum filled condom against his raw red hole..................... 

And then.........