I lay strapped down to the bed as the popper rush faded. I breathed steadily and watched the porn playing on the TV. The videos let my mind imagine what Jay might have in mind, and my cock - now free of the cage - hardened. Of course I couldn’t touch myself because of the restraints. I sighed in pleasure, feeling the plug in my ass each time I shifted slightly, my cock bouncing if I moved.
Based on how much of the playlist I had been watching, I guessed he had been gone for about an hour when my phone chimed. I had just enough play in the restraints to move my hand and pick up my phone to look at it. It was a new Signal message:
“I am a few minutes from the house. Free yourself from the ropes and lay under the rim chair and wait for me. Lay a towel out under your head.”
My dick throbbed in anticipation as I popped loose the ratchets and unhooked the ropes from my cuffs. I climbed off the bed and sat down in front of the rim chair. A couple minutes later I heard his footsteps on the stairs, so I took a couple hits of poppers and lay down under it.
The door to his office closed and a moment later he slid open the bathroom door, having stripped back down to his jock, harness, and socks. He walked over to me and said, “Good boy.”
I looked up as he straddled my chest and sat down on the rim seat above my face. His hole was glistening from what I assumed to be lube and my dick twitched. Jay reached down and grabbed the towel ends on either side of my head and gently pulled my head up. I eagerly planted my mouth on his hole as he held me tightly against it. I started to lick and suck and felt his hole relax. As it did, I pushed my tongue in as far as I could and was rewarded with a glob of fresh cum. I moaned in delight and sucked his hole harder.
“That’s it you nasty faggot, eat that cum out of my ass.”, he commanded.
I tasted more cum drip out and swallowed greedily. After a minute or so more he dropped the towel holding me up to his ass and stood up. I let my head drop back on the pillow and breathed heavily.
“Did you like that boy?”, he asked.
“Yes, sir, that was so hot.”, I answered.
“Get up and get back on the bench.”
I stood up. “Permission to speak, sir?” I asked
“Of course.”, he answered.
“I need to piss, please, sir.”
He looked at me for a moment before answering. “Stand where you are.”, he commanded. He walked in the bathroom and came back with a solo cup. Holding it under my cock, he told me, “Okay, piss in this cup.”
I relaxed and tried to piss but struggled with the plug still in my ass. As I tried again, the plug popped out and fell to the floor. My bladder finally let go and I started to fill the cup.
“Did I tell you to let the plug out?”, he demanded.
“No, sir. I’m sorry, sir. I just…I just couldn’t piss with it in, sir. I’m sorry.” I stammered. He looked at me, thinking while he held the cup and my piss tapered off to a drizzle.
He handed the cup to me. “Drink”, he ordered.
“Sir?”, I asked.
“It’s your punishment for letting the plug out. Drink your chem piss right now.”, he commanded.
He locked eyes with me and I raised the cup to my lips and chugged it as quickly as I could. It was warm and nearly tasteless from all the water I had drank so far that day.
“Fuuuck,” he exclaimed. He grabbed my harness and pulled me in close. With his free hand he grabbed mine and put it down to his cock. It was as hard as I’d ever felt it and I swore it was bigger from how engorged he was. In a low voice he continued, “This is what I meant when I said you are just property in here. You feel how fucking hard it gets me to know I can make you drink your own chem piss? I am going to absolutely destroy you tonight. Get your nasty faggot ass back on the bench.”
I stepped back to the bench, climbing into position again. He came up behind me and drizzled more lube on before pushing his cock into me, causing me to groan in satisfaction.
“That’s right, boy, take my cock.”, he said and he began to steadily fuck me. “This is what you wanted isn’t it?”
“Yes, sir, I want it all.”
“All of what boy?”
“All of what you want to put in my ass, sir.”, I grunted in reply.
“Whose ass, boy?”, he demanded to know.
“Yours, sir!”, I answered back. “It’s your hole, sir.”
“That’s right, faggot!”, he grunted, pounding me harder, occasionally slapping my ass.
After a few minutes of fucking me, he pulled out and walked around to my head. He pushed his cock in my mouth and demanded, “Clean your ass off my cock.” I sucked him clean as instructed and he pulled out.
He stepped into the bathroom briefly and when he came up behind me again, I felt a new toy push at my hole. I relaxed and he pushed it in me and immediately felt the burn. “Oh fuck!” I gasped.
He leaned down. “You like the burn of that tina lube getting you higher?”
“Yes, sir. Anything for you sir.”
“Good boy.”, he said, rubbing his hand over my ass. He stepped away and back again and began wrapping my torso with the bondage tape, just tight enough that I couldn’t get up but could still breathe. When he finished, he stood in front of me again. He had my piss-soaked jockstrap from earlier in his hand. Squatting down, he looked me in the eye. “I’m going to spank you now. You know it’s going to hurt. I want your ass red. What did I tell you that your body is with the collar on?”
“Your property, sir, to do what you want with.”
“That’s right. I’m going to gag you because I don’t want anyone hearing if you scream. Raise your hand in an closed fist for Red. Raise it with your fingers up for Yellow. Thumbs up for Green. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir”
“Good boy. Open your mouth.” I did as I was told and he pushed the jockstrap still dripping with my own piss into my mouth. I moaned in a haze of lust from being this piggish, and took a couple hits of my poppers. Between those and the tina lube, I was flying.
He grabbed me by the balls and pulled steadily and firmly. I grunted in discomfort. I felt him wrap the bondage rope around them. As I looked down and back under the bench, I saw him lower the bag of rocks we used as weights until they hung from my balls and I groaned at the ongoing pull. He smacked my ass hard and I yelped and the weight swung, causing me to groan even louder. I could taste the piss that soaked my jock and I had no choice but to swallow. He pushed the bag slightly so the weight swung and pulled my balls a bit more and I groaned again.
“Ohhh, that is fun.”, he said with a wicked lilt in his voice.
He stepped away again and when he stepped back he swatted my cheeks with a leather paddle. He took up a steady rhythm, hitting each cheek in turn. Not so hard that I screamed in pain yet, but enough that I grunted in discomfort and now and then squirmed under the bondage. The blows slowly increased in intensity and before long I was crying out, my cries muffled by the jockstrap gagging me. Now and then I raised my hand in the Yellow sign, causing him to pause and cool my cheeks down with his hand. Each time I got my breath and gave him the thumbs up, the spanking started again. He paused and placed both hands on my cheeks, cooling them slightly. Leaning over he whispered, “Your ass is turning so red. It’s so fucking hot seeing you squirm. I’m probably going to leave you with bruises.”
“Yes, please sir, anything you want”, I whispered back through a haze of pain and being high.
“Your balls are almost purple from the weight swinging from them. Fuck, it turns me on so much to hurt you. I’m so proud of you. You’re being such a good submissive for me.”
I groaned as my cheeks burned and took another hit of the poppers. He stepped away and a moment later was back with what I soon concluded was the small wooden paddle. He started tapping my already sore balls, increasing the strength a bit until I hollered in pain. When he heard my muffled shout, he hit them one last time and I screamed into the piss-soaked jock, and jerked on the bench. As I settled, breathing hard through the jock, he immediately yanked the plug out of my ass and shoved his cock in to the hilt until his balls bounced against my throbbing sac. “Oh fuck fuck fuck!”, I garbled through the jockstrap gag as he fucked me mercilessly.
He slammed completely into me and stayed buried deep holding my hips. His breathing slowed as he calmed down from his own excitement, relaxing behind me. Moments later I felt the warmth spread inside me as he filled my ass with his piss.
“God yes….take that chem piss up your nasty hole you fucking whore.”, he grunted out. He signed with the relief of an empty bladder and pulled out, some of his piss dribbling down my taint and balls and onto the pad under the bench. I felt him wipe me down with a damp cloth and untie the rope around my balls. The relief from the constant ache I had felt for the last thirty minutes or so was immediate. Then he reached around and pulled the jockstrap out of my mouth.
“Go let that out in the shower," he instructed. I stripped off my socks, walked into the shower and turned on the water, squatting over the drain and letting his hot piss drain out of me. I did a quick hygiene check, dried off, put my socks back on and walked out. He was waiting for me in the bed, and beckoned me to sidle up to him. He kissed me passionately and pinched my nipples, making cry out in pain into his mouth. He growled in approval, “Fuck I like to hurt you.”
I panted as he leaned down and chewed on my nipples, writhing as he clamped a hand over my mouth to muffle my crying out in pain again. He raised his head and grabbed me by the hair. “You like this boy?”
“Yes, sir”, I replied.
“You like it when I hurt you?”
“I like to please you sir.”, I breathed out.
“Mmm good answer, boy.”, he said. He kissed me again. “Get on your hands and knees here on the bed.”
I rolled over and settled onto my knees and forearms as he stepped into the bathroom. I took a couple deep hits of my poppers and heard the snap of a glove and then felt him kneel behind me. An instant later his tongue was in my ass and I moaned in ecstasy as he ate me.
After tongue-fucking me he stood up and I felt a finger cold with lube push inside me, and then the warmth spread and the high hit me again. “Ohhh fuuuucccck, sir” I squawked, as he pushed a second finger in. He chuckled behind me, a dark, low-pitched laugh I knew meant he was deep in his Dom headspace.
“I told you I was going to keep you spun and destroy your hole, boy. It’s mine and I’m going to keep doing what I want with it tonight”, he said in a quiet voice, sharp with an edge that made me shiver about the depravity that might be coming. I gasped as he pushed in a third finger and more of the laced lube.
He went quiet, only the sound of the porn on the TV and my moans of ecstasy filling the room as he slowly fucked my hole with three fingers. I took another hit of poppers and let my chest sink down onto the bed with a sigh of pleasure as the fingers slid in and out. He had switched to the thick toy lube, and pushed in a fourth finger and worked them into me until I could feel the width of his knuckles pushing at my ring. I relaxed my hole as much as I could for him to play inside me.
He pushed gently but steadily against my ass and I’m sure we could both feel it throb against him. After a few moments he pulled his fingers out and pushed his cock back inside me. He fucked me deeply to a slow rhythm and I moaned. He slowed to a stop and withdrew from my ass. Stepping away, he came back a moment later and I felt a large plug push against me. The stretch felt amazing.
“This is the large bomba. Take it. Take it.”, he encouraged, pushing steadily. After having all his fingers stretching me a few minutes earlier, it didn’t take long before the widest part popped through my ring and I gasped as it sunk in to the base.
He climbed up on the bed in front of me and slowly fed me his cock. “That’s it boy - clean your ass off my cock again.”, he commanded, taking up that same slow but steady rhythm in and out of mouth. I eagerly sucked my own ass juices off him while I wondered what he would do next...
