This all started from curiosity. I had been using a swingers website to make connections or dates with men, women, and couples for a couple of years. Some of those contacts turned into sex. Others did not for one reason or another. One of those contacts got my attention to explore BDSM. I wrote about her in a previous story, Kinky Lady.
After the experience with her, I joined a popular BDSM website. At the time, I was working in the Central Valley of California in a small town near Fresno. I had a couple of experiences from that website. One was with a BBW who wanted to be dominated and used. I did have fun with her, but it really was not what I enjoyed. I preferred to be the submissive.
This is about the man I met, Jay, and his wife Cora. They lived in a small village in the mountains near the big National Park. Their house was large compared to many of the older homes in that area.
The first few times I talked with Jay on the website, we talked about what I was interested in. He knew that I was new to this type of kink. He made suggestions to me. Some were to watch videos of other people to see if I would want to try that. We finally settled on a couple of things to start my introduction to BDSM.
The first in-person meeting was in his town. I met him at the local grocery store. We chatted for about 30 minutes. Then he got into my car and directed me onto a road farther up into the mountains.
We drove only about ten miles when we came to a dirt road that he had me turn onto. Driving down that road for five miles, we came to a small creek and an old small building. Parking there, Jay told me to get out of the car, undress down to my underwear, leave my shoes on, and put my pants and shirt back into the car. He put a collar on me and hooked a leash to it. He yanked it and said, “Follow me.”
It was summer, so the weather was warm, mid-80s easily. I followed Jay into the building. The plan, as far as I knew, was to bind my arms behind me, possibly with more rope on my legs or a spreader bar. He did not tell me everything. He was testing my submissiveness.
The rope work was very intensive. I could not see it, but it took at least thirty minutes before he stepped around in front and asked me how I felt and how I was doing. I was okay with what he had done so far. Besides being restrained, Jay blindfolded me. Reaching down, Jay started to caress my crotch. He pulled my briefs down, exposing my cock and balls. Once I was hard, he tied my ankles together and partway up my calves.
We had talked about CBT, which I said I wanted to try, but I did not know how much this was going to hurt. Jay started just getting me hard, softly stroking my cock and rubbing my balls. Not seeing, I was not ready when he swatted my balls with a long stick. He kept hitting my balls and cock. I was squirming around. It hurt at first, then got painful the longer he did it. Yes, we had a safe word. I did not want to use it. I did not want to be a sissy and not accept what I had asked for.
Jay stopped the swatting of my genitals. He moved to paddling my ass. I had told him I liked my ass spanked. The spanking went on for a short time. It was really stinging when he stopped. He got me some water and held it up for me to drink.
Jay untied my ankles and helped me to kneel. The floor was covered in dirt and small stones, making it uncomfortable on my knees. He started to rub his crotch on my face, saying things like, “Can you smell me? How about my wife’s pussy? I fucked her just before meeting you. Yes, I did not wash after that.” He turned around, pulling my face into his ass. “Smell that, boy. You like my ass smell? I should pull my pants down and sit on your face. You want me to do that?”
When he turned back around, his cock was slapping my face. He told me to open up and take his cock. “Suck it, boy. Do a good job, and I will let you loose.” He fucked my face for a long time. I could taste his pre-cum, slick and salty. I could tell he was close to orgasm as his breathing got more shallow. I felt his cock swell up. He pushed to the entrance of my throat and ejaculated, filling my mouth with his sperm. Telling me not to swallow, he wanted me to present my mouthful before letting me swallow it.
My mouth was full of cum. His cock was still on my tongue. Jay pumped a few more times, then stepped back and said, “Open your mouth, tilt your head back, and show me the cum. Then swallow when I tell you to.” It felt like a full minute that I was like that, head tilted back, my mouth wide open. He even dipped his finger in the cum and then wiped the cum under my nose, all over my mustache.
My cock had gotten hard from the face fucking he had given me. He was asking me if I wanted more or if this was enough for our first time. I thought it was enough, so I was telling him when we heard voices coming. I was panicking a little. He said, “Just be quiet.” It sounded like they were going to go by when one said, “Look, there’s a car here. Let’s check out the building.”
I was still on my knees. Jay moved to shield me, but the guys could see we were up to something kinky. One said, “Hey, what’s going on?” Jay said, “We’re just playing.” I agreed, saying I was okay. The blindfold was still restricting my sight, so I did not know what they looked like.
One of the guys said, “Looks hot, him all tied up, no clothes on.” The other guy said, “I could use a blow job if it’s free.” The other guy said, “How about letting us double up on him?” Jay said, “Sure. If you have a condom, you can fuck him, one in his ass and one in his mouth.” Jay said he was mine to use as he pleased, so what did they want?
One guy said, “Let me look. I think I have a condom in my backpack.” I could hear some rustling around. Then he said, “Yup, here’s three. Oh, and some hand lotion.”
Jay got me onto my back. The floor was really rough. I was uncomfortable from all the little stones and stuff poking my arms and bottom.
I could hear the condom wrapper open and the snap of the guy fitting it on his cock. Then the other guy bent over me, his cock dangling in my face. He pulled my legs up, bending me in half. Hand lotion was being smeared on my hole. A couple of seconds of fingers in and out, then he pushed his cock inside me, all the way deep inside.
His cock did not feel very big. He was up against my ass. I could feel his pubic hair, and his cock did not hurt. The other guy had a short, fat cock. I could take all of him and not reach my throat. They both took their time, fucking me from both ends. The guy in my mouth came first, squirting five times, then just leaving his cock in my mouth. Jay ordered me not to swallow. I had to present before I was allowed to swallow. His buddy started to speed up, then with a violent couple of pumps, he yelled, “Cumming.” I felt him go rigid, then relax. He pumped a few more times, then pulled out. He then drained the condom into my mouth. Jay pulled me back onto my knees and said, “Let’s see the cum.” I opened my mouth and showed all the cum. I was told to swallow.
Jay asked the guys if they needed to pee. One said yes. He stepped back in front of me. Jay said to take his cock in my mouth and to swallow his piss. The guy laid his soft cock on my tongue. Closing my mouth, he let go. I was swallowing as fast as I could. I could not really taste anything until he was done. When I was told to keep some in my mouth to present, he pulled out and dribbled some piss on my goatee. Jay ordered me to open and show them my mouthful of piss. “Now swallow,” he ordered.
Jay helped me get up as they were leaving. Both thanked Jay for letting them use his slave. It took a good fifteen minutes to untie me. My arms were sore from the ordeal. My knees hurt. I did not even get to cum.
On the way back down the mountain, Jay and I talked about the experience, what I thought, how those guys were unexpected, and if I wanted to do this again. I told Jay I wanted to think about it and would let him know tomorrow. Jay did say that if there were a next time, it would be at his house, as his wife also liked to be involved.
When I got back to the hotel, I was sore. Thankfully, my room had a bathtub. Hot water and a good hour of soaking was just what I needed. I contacted Jay and said I was available on Saturday. What time did he want me? Then I watched some gay BDSM porn and jacked off. I ate my cum, then went to bed.
Jay and I texted back and forth all week, chatting about other kinks, what I wanted to do, what he would introduce me to, and what his wife liked to do with a slave. My other fuck buddy also contacted me. He was a young Hispanic man, shorter than me, but with a nice long and fat cock. He wanted to get together.
Wednesday after work, Jose came over. We chatted for a bit. He was telling how his wife was being a real bitch lately, not putting out. So he was extra horny for my hot asshole. Jose and I stripped, then lay on the bed in a 69, sucking and licking cock and balls. He was straight from work, so he smelled and tasted musky.
I was getting close and told him I was close. Jose just kept going until I orgasmed. He swallowed all my jizz. He always wanted to fuck me from on top, me on my stomach and him on my back. He was not into eating ass. He also did not want to see my face or cock when fucking. It was some weird thing he had about fucking a man.
Jose would last really long. Usually he would fuck me for a good thirty to forty-five minutes and cum two or three times. He would always wrap his hands around my throat, not hurt me or leave marks. With a constant chatter of foul words, most in Spanish.
He lubed me up, then just pushed in all the way, no pause to let me adjust, just right to full penetration and fucking. Tonight was no different. He fucked and fucked, slow then fast, shallow then deep. His last cum was just inside my hole. He liked to see his cum leaking out of what he called “hombre cono” (man pussy).
After fucking we would go and shower together. He always wanted me to wash his cock and balls, also his ass crack. Sometimes he would pee on me. Then he would dress and be gone until the next time I was in town, and he needed “hombre cono.”
Jay started texting me early on Friday. I had just woken up at 5 a.m., and I had a text from Jay. He wanted to know if I could come today after work. Cora was excited to meet me. She thought it would be good for me to spend the night with them.
I did not get to Jay’s town until after 7 p.m. Same deal: meet Jay at the grocery store. He wanted me to leave my car there. He would drive us to the house. After getting in the car, Jay put the blindfold on. They did not want me to know where their house was yet. I was not sure why, but oh well.
We drove for probably ten minutes, definitely not on a highway, with lots of stops and turns. Finally, he pulled into a driveway. He told me to wait. He would help me out of the car and into the house. Jay said that once we were in the house, I was to leave the blindfold on. I was to strip. They wanted me naked when I met Cora.
So up some steps and into the house, just inside, I could tell the door was still open. Jay said, “Strip all your clothes, shoes, socks, everything.” Jay put the collar on me with the chain lead. He walked me into a room. I was not sure which room. It felt chilly, like a door or window was open. I was still blindfolded.
Jay said, “Kneel, bend over, head and arms on the floor. Cora will meet you in this position.” I could hear what sounded like boots or high heels coming closer. They stopped in front of me. A foot was pushed under my face. I could tell it was a foot in an open-toe high heel. I was told to kiss and lick the toes.
I was pulled back up by the chain and collar. I was told to sit back with my head bowed, arms at my sides. I felt a foot slide under my balls and cock. I was mostly soft, cock hanging down and balls loose. The foot, toes wormed their way under and toward my taint. Then all of a sudden it was gone.
Finally a voice, a command from Cora: “Nice looking new enslaved person, Jay. He’s pretty, lovely ass. I think he will do nicely. Stand up, enslaved person. What’s your name?” “My name is Dick, Mistress.” “Jay, remove his blindfold. I want to see his eyes. Beautiful. I love blue eyes. He’s cute too.”
Before me was a large woman in what looked like a leather corset. Her breasts were spilling out of the top. She was big, plump, voluptuous. I guess a classic Rubenesque figure. She was at least a foot taller than me. I would guess two hundred pounds or more. Intimidating at the very least.
Jay told me to stand up for inspection but keep my eyes down. Cora took the chain and led me over into a bright light. She had me turn around, poked her hand and fingers in my ass crack, turned me some more, slowly until I was back facing her. She fondled my cock and balls. I started to get hard when she smacked my cock with a crop.
They led me to a chair in front of the couch. I was told to sit down. Jay and Cora sat on the couch. Jay said to relax. They wanted to talk about what would happen and make sure I was okay with everything before we started.
They, mainly Cora, started explaining that they did not want to leave any permanent marks on my body, no lasting pain, no poop. Mostly they wanted to enjoy causing me genital discomfort and anal play: dildos, butt plugs, fisting, and cocks. The plural of “cocks” made me wonder. They also wanted me to enjoy their bodies. They required that I clean out, anal douche, and maintain a clean rectum while in their presence.
They planned to use my bottom a lot. There would be ropes, Saint Andrew cross, hobble horse, fuck benches, slings. My cock would be caged at all times and possibly a friend or two of theirs to share me with. Lastly, I would be required to be naked at all times when in their presence. If I was uncomfortable with anything, I should speak up now.
I sat there thinking over everything they said. The most concerning to me was the cock cage. I asked if I would ever be allowed to have an orgasm in their presence. She responded with, “If you have a prostate orgasm while caged, that would be okay, and in fact they would enjoy watching that.” I agreed to all the rules and to the use of my body.
Jay then ordered me to follow him on my hands and knees. He led me into a big room with all sorts of bondage equipment, furniture, or apparatus, whips, floggers, a table with dildos, strap-ons, and butt plugs. There was so much there it was hard to see it all. He took me into a bathroom complete with a separate shower and a bathtub. It had a special douche station that could be used for vaginal or anal douching.
After showing me how the douche station worked, he set a large glass butt plug on the counter and told me to insert it in my bottom when done douching. As he was leaving, he emphasized that my anal canal be spotlessly clean of any fecal matter.
I did as Jay instructed. I douched my ass at least ten times. I waited a few minutes between each rinse. After the tenth flush and everything was as clean as I could tell, I sat on the toilet for an additional five minutes to make sure there was no residual water inside my anus. I inserted the butt plug. It took some effort to get it in.
I crawled out of the bathroom on my hands and knees as directed. Jay and Cora were waiting for me. Jay grabbed the leash and pulled me over to a swing, helping me get into it. They tied me to it. My legs were spread wide. My side secured my arms. My head was supported by the neck support, which would allow a cock to take a straight shot at my throat. My cock was then placed into a cock cage and a lock clicked into place. My asshole was raised to the angle for easy penetration.
Cora asked how I was doing. Did anything hurt or feel overly stretched? I responded no. The final thing was a ball gag. I was truly at their mercy, splayed open for their pleasure.
Cora started with a long thin rod and began striking my cock and balls. She did this until I was gasping with each strike. She then switched to a long-handle thin paddle. She continued to strike my genitals and ass. When she got tired of that, she started to squeeze my balls hard. The pain caused me to try and twist and get away. She then pulled the butt plug out and started to pull it out and push it right back in.
During all this, Jay was twisting and pulling on my nipples. He finally put these clamps on them and tightened them. Fuck, I was a mess, tears running down my cheeks and saliva leaking down my chin.
Finally, they rested, talking to me and asking questions I could not answer because of the ball gag. Finally Cora, laughing, removed it so I could respond. I swallowed the saliva, took some deep breaths. I responded that I was okay. My balls were sore, and my hole felt loose.
I felt like I had been restrained for an hour or more, so I asked if I could rest, maybe have a change in position. Cora said, “Not yet. We want to fuck you first.” They lowered the swing down to a position that Jay had easy access to my asshole. Cora was up by my head. I could hear Jay taking his shorts off and Cora’s zipper. Jay grabbed my hips and pulled me toward him. Now Jay’s cock was not a monster, but it was respectable in length and girth. He pushed up against my hole and just slid in with no resistance at all. It actually felt really good as he bottomed out in my passage. Cora grasped my head and forced it back some. I was thinking she was going to plant her pussy on my face for a ride.
Then I felt a long shaft that she laid on my shoulder. I was thinking strap-on since I saw them on that table. Cora leaned down and whispered, “Slave, are you ready for our surprise?”
A very large cock appeared before my eyes. Oh my god, Cora was a transsexual. She slapped my face a few times with her cock, then pushed it into my mouth. Cora face-fucked me, pushed all the way into my throat, mashing her balls onto my eyes. She face-fucked me for a while.
Here I was strapped into a swing getting fucked from both ends. Jay was really going to town on my ass. His penetration was becoming erratic and jerky. With a loud moan, his cock expanded. I could feel it. Then a real warm feeling spread through my ass channel. He finally stopped thrusting, stayed inside me for a bit, as Cora was still lightly fucking my face.
Cora stopped and stepped back, asking, “So slave, how was that?” Jay pulled out and immediately pushed the butt plug into me. I was still trying to catch my breath. Jay and Cora were talking about me. “What a good slave he’s turning out to be.” Cora said, “Let’s let him rest a few minutes. Then I want to finish up the night fucking his ass.”
Jay brought over a water bottle with a straw and helped me drink most of it. When I was done, he said, “Cora, I’m going for a shower. You can have slave boy all to yourself.” Cora lifted the head support up so I could see what was going on. She showed me her cock. It looked like about eight inches long and at least two inches in diameter, a real ass-buster.
She grabbed the jar of lube, you know that white stuff I always see being used for fisting. She smeared it up and down her shaft, then a big glob she slathered on my ass cheeks and hole, pushing what felt like three or four fingers in to stretch me.
Cora lined her big cock up and started pushing on my hole. Damn, it was a big cock. I pushed out, and the head slid in. She paused for a few seconds, then gave me more, then another pause, then another inch until I could feel her pushing on the back wall of my anal canal.
Pausing there for a bit, she then started a slow in-and-out motion. As fat as her cock was, it was constantly rubbing on my prostate, causing my balls to tingle. My cock was as big as the cage would allow. She kept it up, in and out, in and out. It seemed like forever. My cock was leaking on my balls. I could feel what I thought was an orgasm, but it felt different.
Cora started to speed up. She was now fucking me hard. My cock was bouncing all over. Suddenly I felt it. My torso locked up. A loud moan or groan erupted, and cum flowed out of my caged cock. Cora saw this and sped up more. She was slam-fucking me. A sudden blood-curdling scream from her. I could feel it. It felt like she pissed in my ass. It was not just hot. It was copious. I could tell from feeling her cum leaking out of my ass from around her cock.
With her cock still in me, she leaned over and embraced me. She planted a tongue kiss on my mouth. She said, “Boy, that was awesome. Best ass I’ve had in a while. We may never let you go.”
After we both settled down, she released the straps and let me out of the sling. I could not stand, so I just lay on the floor until I regained feeling in my legs. When I could stand, Cora said, “Come on, take a shower with me.”
After the shower, we were sitting in their bedroom. Cora asked Jay, “Did you look at the recording yet?” Jay said, “Only to make sure it worked.” I was lying on the bed. I said I was tired and asked where I slept. Cora said, “Right here with us, Dick.” She used my name, surprise. “You sleep in the middle. Just know if either Jay or myself wake up and need a warm ass, we will just pull out the plug and fuck you.”
I fell asleep quickly. I also did not get woken up all night till it was light and Jay was spooning me with his cock wedged in between my ass cheeks. Cora was also stirring. All three of us had a piss hard-on.
I really had to go, so I crawled over Jay. I was sitting on the toilet, a heavy stream splashing into the bowl. Jay walked in. He was dancing around trying to hold back. I just looked up into his eyes and opened my mouth. He knew exactly what I was offering. Placing his cock in my mouth, he let loose. A heavy stream of pee. I swallowed as fast as I could but could not keep up. It was running down my chest and stomach onto the toilet seat and floor.
About the time Jay finished, Cora came in and saw the action. She just said, “Boy in the tub, open your mouth.” The stream of pee from her was steady and strong. She aimed for my mouth, then covered my hair, then down my body, over my cock and balls. She then pinched it off. She told me to turn around on hands and knees, spread my ass cheeks, and pull the butt plug out. She went and pissed in my ass, loaded it up till I was full. I had never had someone pee inside my hole. The piss was hot. It was kinky. I loved it.
After the kinky start to the morning, we were all sitting around talking about last night and some about the earlier peeing episode. They were using my name, Dick, to address me. The conversation soon turned to what would happen today.
The first thing was to clean up the playroom. They would shower and get dressed while I finished wiping down things and toys. Then I would shower, no clothes for me. Put on the collar and leash. Present myself to them for the start of today’s activities.
Breakfast was good, although I had never eaten breakfast on the floor out of a dog dish with my hands tied behind me and a butt plug with a furry tail in my ass—another first.
Cora was dressed differently today. She was not hiding her big cock. The outfit she had on perfectly displayed her cock and tits, an extremely tight black vinyl jumpsuit. Jay’s clothes today were very risqué. His cock, balls, and ass were on display. He was wearing a pair of leather chaps and cowboy boots.
I spent a good hour at the douche station, cleaning out my anal canal. Flushing repeatedly, I wanted to be spotless inside. I had a feeling from the earlier conversation that my ass was going to be tested to the limits. The butt plug Cora left for me to insert was huge, at least three inches fat. It took me some time to get it squeezed in. It definitely stretched my hole. With my collar on and the leash dragging behind, I crawled on hands and knees into the playroom.
Cora greeted me. She blindfolded me, led me to a bench which had me on my belly, my caged cock pressed into the leather-covered bench. She strapped my arms and legs to the bottom of it. I could hear something rolled across the floor. She explained to me that a friend was stopping by for a visit. That this would keep me occupied until they left.
She squirted some lube on my hole, then pulled the butt plug out. The next thing I felt was a dildo being pushed into my ass. Some noise like that thing being rolled into place, some more movement, then the dildo started moving in and out of my ass. Cora said, “Enjoy the fucking machine, boy!”
The position of the machine and my ass made the dildo scrape across my prostate continuously, causing my caged cock to expand and push against the steel cage. It caused an uncomfortable feeling. Also, my cock was leaking continuously. I had one strong body-shaking orgasm and could feel the leaking cum puddle under me.
Finally the machine stopped. I looked to the side. Cora was standing there. She removed the dildo from my ass and reinserted that three-inch butt plug. She unstrapped me, helped me sit up, and gave me a bottle of water.
They both sat on the couch and told me they were horny. “Crawl over here and suck us.” Both Jay and Cora had pulled their limp cocks out for me. I settled first between Cora’s legs and began sucking her, switching every so often to Jay. Cora was close to orgasm and held my head and fucked my mouth, then ejaculated straight into my throat. I switched to Jay, and a few minutes later he pulled out, told me to hold my mouth open, and ejaculated, telling me to show Cora before swallowing.
Once relieved of their cum, that made me crawl over to the Saint Andrew Cross. They tied me to it. They put this thing around my balls and hung a weight on it, forcing my balls to stretch toward the floor. They each grabbed a switch, one a riding crop and the other a thin switch.
They swatted my back, ass, and balls until I was crying, begging them to stop. I almost used the safe word “Red.” Finally done with the torture, they took that thing off my balls and untied me. My balls were sore. When I looked, there were red stripes on them. My back and bottom, when I looked in the mirror, were bright red with redder stripes.
Offering to let me rest, a glass of wine was offered, which I gladly accepted. I drank it quickly. Jay refilled the glass. Cora started to tell me about their visitor from this morning. He was part of a couple that they got together with for sex. The plan was for them to come over after dinner to play. What they did not tell me was that it was a gay couple, so two more men to share me with.
Before dinner, there was one more fuck session for me. They led me to the swing. I climbed in. Cora removed the cock cage. My poor cock had red marks all over it from the bars on the cage. I was happy to get rid of that. But my joy only lasted a minute when she pulled out a thing they called a hobbler. It was a split piece of wood with a hole in the middle. This thing fit behind my thighs and encased my balls, pulling them back.
Once all strapped into the sling, my legs up and toward my head, my balls were at the mercy of whoever was fucking me. Thankfully, my cock was free, although limp and on my stomach. Jay left to start dinner.
She lowered me down to the height for fucking, pulled out the butt plug, lubed me up, and just plunged her huge cock in my hole all the way, bouncing off the back of my anal canal.
She was in deep. She lightly tickled my balls and with her other hand softly stroked my cock. My cock was responding quickly. I was hard in a microsecond. I was surprised that I could even get hard after all the abuse to my genitals.
Cora fucked me until I felt her orgasm. I could feel the heat from her cum plus the noises she made. She kept stroking me until I orgasmed, squirting a copious amount of cum all the way to my face. I expected my cock to deflate, but no, it stayed hard. Cora smiled and said, “Looks like the 100mg Viagra we slipped into the wine is working.”
Jay walked in, and Cora left to attend to dinner. He did not waste any time in sliding his cock in me. Same as Cora, he just pulled the butt plug out, then buried his cock all the way, bottoming out in my canal. Gripping my cock and stroking my cock, pumping my ass rapidly, he orgasmed quickly. I could feel the heat from his cum. He kept stroking my cock until it felt raw. I had just cum ten minutes earlier, so I did not think it would happen again. Jay bent over and took me in his mouth, the first time for that. It felt really good, hot, wet. Yes, I squirted while gasping for breath. He shoved the butt plug back in my ass.
He unbuckled me and helped me out of the swing. Telling me I could walk, I did not need to crawl. Dinner was good. Conversation was like three old friends talking about what we did that day and about what was going to happen tonight.
After dinner I went to the douche station and cleaned out again, then into the shower, where Cora joined me. She washed my back, genitals, my ass, my feet. I washed her big tits and her cock, balls, back, inside her ass cheeks. She asked me to lick her hole. After the shower, I was kept naked, no cage, butt plug inside my hole, collar and leash.
The three of us were sitting waiting for the other couple to arrive. Around 7:00, there was a knock on the door. Jay went to answer. Cora put a blindfold on me. I could hear greetings to the new couple and hear them come into the living room. Jay said, “Dick, meet Colin and Joe.” Cora pulled the blindfold off. I was greeted by two big men: Colin, a Hispanic man, and Joe, a very dark-skinned Black man.
I was ordered to get beers for everyone, including myself. We were all sitting on the back patio when Cora said, “Slave, you need to see what you’re going to be working with tonight.” Joe went first. He stood in front of me and said, “Slave, remove my clothes.”
Joe was tall, six feet plus. His chest was massive, his arms massive, his thighs massive. His cock was making a huge bulge in his thong. I pulled it down and was treated to a fat cock, looked like six or seven inches long, but the fattest cock I had ever seen. Shit, I thought Cora’s cock was fat. This one made hers look normal. I just kissed it and licked, then Colin stepped up.
He was built but not like Joe. His thong was packed but not like Joe’s. When I pulled it down, his cock was longer but only about average thickness. By now my cock had grown to its full size, grossly smaller than all the other cocks in front of me.
The time to play had arrived. Cora led us all to the play room. I was ordered up on the fuck bench on my hands and knees to display my hole for the group. Joe came over and pulled the butt plug out, saying, “We don’t need this.” His comment: “Nice hole, boy. By the time we’re done with it, that plug will fall out.” Everyone but me laughed.
From that moment on, I had two cocks in me for the next two hours. I swallowed multiple loads of cum. My ass got filled up, six loads of cum in it. I got fucked first by Colin, then Jay, Cora, and finally Joe. With all the stretching from the other three, he was still a challenge to take.
Colin and Jay double-fucked me. Cora teased that she and Joe were next. They did not try, thank god. I did get to cum twice, once from Colin sucking me while Joe fucked me, and then Cora sucked me off. To say I was happy when they finally called it a night would be an understatement. I was sore, stretched out, jaw tired, knees sore. Basically wrecked.
The guys showered up and dressed, then out the door they went. I got a thank you for being their slave. Cora, Jay, and I all showered together. No douche station, but they did spray my hole with the shower jet. All I wanted was to go to bed.
In bed, I was in the middle. I did not remember anything till I was woken up by Jay working his cock into my hole. He whispered, “Good morning, Dick. Just can’t resist fucking once more.” He did not last long. I felt him cum. Then as he was shrinking, he let loose with his morning piss right in my hole. The feeling from that made me cum. I squirted on Cora’s leg.
Cora woke up from the cum hitting her. She looked over and said, “Next.” I told her I was full of pee and should go empty it. Cora said, “No way. Just turn over.” She used my cum to lube her cock and just jammed it in. Piss squirted out from her penetration. Cora fucked me for ten or fifteen strokes, then a loud groan and she orgasmed. Then immediately she let loose with her morning piss.
When they were through with fucking and peeing in me, the bed was soaked. I was used up. My hole was used up. After a shower and getting dressed, the first time I had clothes on since Friday night, we had breakfast. Lots of conversation about the weekend. They invited me back the next month I was in the area. I agreed I would be back. Jay gave me a ride to my car. Thank god it was still there. On the drive back down the mountain, I reflected on the weekend and decided I did enjoy most of the time with them, but also that BDSM was really not my thing. I never returned. I did hear from Jay a few times, but made excuses for not meeting them again.
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