Jason Hosts Matt
A Sultry Hotel Reunion
Matt arrived in Chattanooga his cock throbbing in its chastity cage after Locktober's tease. Five years of meetups with Jason, swapping Master and sub roles had ignited in Nashville's steamy Dice Game, a filthy thrill they burned to surpass. A month locked left them ravenous, horniness a pulsing ache, ready to erupt in this suite for depravity. Months of ongoing messages sealed their pact: film every sultry, degrading act, hoods on for anonymity, to post later on X, Bluesky, and their new just for fans account, the thought of public eyes stoking their desire. Matts tighty whities hugged his hips, his ass craving a spanking, while Jason lusted for piss play, nipple torture, and rimming. The dice would thrust them into hated tasks, the thrill a velvet edge.
The Game Sparks
The bedroom was a lair of seduction, Jason brought his Pig Pit a vinyl pool perfect for their raunchy piss play, ready for mess. A rim seat set up and ready, the bed outfitted with cuffs at each corner poised to bind. A nightstand held two dice and the list of tasks. Tripod cameras, one zoomed for close-ups, shimmered with intent to capture their shame for future fans. Matt’s tighty whities snug, cage biting, felt his balls throb, cum denied. Jason, white briefs straining, tossed a die. Jason hoping for a little payback after their last meeting. Leather hoods snapped on, eye slits glinting, the promise of online adoration fueling their fire.
Round 1: Jason's Piss-Soaked Shame
Matt rolled a 5, Jason a 3. Matt's dominance flared, the app flashing Piss Pig Duty. He dragged Jason to the bathroom, tiles cool underfoot, cuffing his hands behind his back, the metal kissing his wrists. A nose hook tugged Jason's nostrils back, its steel cold, exposing him like a pig, an O-ring gag stretching his jaw, drool glossy. Matt scrawled *Urinal* across Jason's chest. He forced Jason to lie face-up over the toilet, head tilted back, mouth wide open, eyes locked through the hood. Matt pulled out his locked cock, his piss a hot, musky stream, splashing into Jason's mouth, bitter and salty, flooding his throat, spilling over his face into the bowl. Clean it, slut, Matt growled, Jason's tongue licking the seat clean, then lapping the bowls musky liquid, the taste sharp. Matt ripped o ff Jason's hood, dunking his head into the piss-filled bowl, flushing the toilet giving Jason the ultimate swirly, Jason gasping as he lapped it up. Matt pulled him up & slapped Jason's face, a sexy sting, spitting on him, My piss-pig, his voice low, spit warm on Jason's lips. The camera caught Jason's wet, humiliated face, his caged cock leaking, the thought of fans savoring his debasement later igniting Matt's lust. Jason shuddered, the piss musky taste lingering, his shame a sultry vow.
Round 2: Jason's Rimming Devotion
Matt rolled a 4, Jason a 2. Matt stayed Master, the app hitting Eat That Ass. Matt, dodging rimming, flipped the role, ordering Jason under the rim seat in the bedroom, wrists cuffed to the frame, hands out of reach, a spreader bar forcing his ankles wide, his balls and small dick bared. Matt's ass, clean but slick with sweat from desire, glistened, its musky, salty tang intoxicating. Tongue-fuck me, whore, Matt purred. Jason, mad for rimming, dove in, his tongue plunging into Matt's sweaty hole, the taste clean but rich, a warm, salty pulse coating his lips. He tongue-fucked with passion, each deep thrust a love song, his moans vibrating. Matt clamped Jason's nipples with chained nipple clamps, yanking the chain, the steel biting the tips, a fiery pulse searing Jason's chest. He cropped Jason's balls and dick, each sting a sharp thrill, his cock twitching. Matt's moans filled the room, his cock straining, the camera capturing his hooded face twisted in ecstasy, the thought of fans worshiping Jason's devotion later fueling his fire. Jason's tongue swirled, his white briefs soaked, his rimming love bare for the lens, pain and pleasure entwined.
Round 3: Jason's Secret Shave
Matt rolled a 6, Jason a 3. Matt smirked, the app flashing Full Shave, a secret task that jolted him. You sly fuck, Matt growled, realizing Jason had slipped it in, craving it himself. He led Jason to the shower, wrists and ankles cuffed, no hood, duct tape slapped over his eyes and mouth, blinding him, the sticky pull tight. Beg for it, pig, Matt demanded. Jason, on his knees, offered clippers, his muffled voice pleading, Please, sir, shave me bare. Matt's cock throbbed at the power, the shame of stripping another man bare, Jason now facing a shaved head, searing his mind. The clippers hummed, shearing Jason's head under the warm spray, hair falling like dust, his scalp raw, tingling. Matt clipped Jason's pits, the blades tugging coarse hair, leaving pink, stinging skin, then his balls and ass, the razor scraping his sensitive sack, the stretch around his hole burning. Matt pissed a hot, musky stream over Jason's shaved body, the liquid washing hair away, stinging his raw skin, the scent heady. The camera zoomed on Jason's bare, humiliated form, his cage twitching, photos snapped for their private stash, the shame of a shaved head filmed for fans later burning Matt's mind. Jason squirmed, his secret desire laid bare.
Round 4: Nipple and CBT Torment
Matt rolled a 2, Jason a 6. The dice turned, Jason seizing control, his eyes glinting, loving Matt's torment, nervous about future payback. The app flashed Nipple and CBT Torment. Jason forced Matt onto the bed, spreadeagled, cuffs locking wrists and ankles, his tighty whities ripped off. Jason stuffed piss-soaked white briefs into Matt's mouth, the musky, bitter taste flooding his tongue, then draped another pair over his nose, the wet fabric clinging, forcing him to breathe the heady scent as he struggled. A ball gag locked it in, drool slick. Jason unlocked Matt's cage, his cock springing free, only to clamp his nipples with chained nipple clamps, yanking the chain, the steel biting, a searing pulse through Matt's chest. He stretched Matt's balls, cropping them, each slap a sharp sting. Jason yanked the clamps off, the sudden release a white-hot agony, then replaced them, repeating the torment, Matts muffled moans echoing. The camera caught Matt's writhing, sweat dripping, the thought of fans mocking his pain later twisting his shame. Jason loved the torment, Matt's sensitivity a thrill, reapplying the cage after, locking him tight. Matt craved the edge, the public gaze a twisted spark.
Round 5: Pup Humiliation
Matt rolled a 1, Jason a 5. Jason's dominance surged, the app flashing Pup Play. He fitted Matt with a pup hood, its leather tight, a tail plug shoved up his ass, the stretch sharp. A heavy leather collar snapped around Matt's neck, its weight a constant reminder of submission. Locked mitts bound his hands, a humbler clamped his balls, forcing him to all fours, the pain a dull ache. Jason mixed a prison-style slave gruel of lumpy oats, stale bread crumbs, and musky piss in a dog bowl, the bitter, gritty taste gagging as Matt lapped it up. Jason led him around the bedroom on a leash, Matt crawling, the carpet rough. The camera caught his hooded, humiliated crawl, the thought of fans seeing him as a pup later burning his shame. Matt loathed the degradation, but the public's gaze kept him hard.
Round 6: Spanking Fury
Matt rolled a 3, Jason a 6. Jason's revenge flared, the app landing on Spanking. He tied Matt to the bedroom door frame, hands and arms roped high, legs spread with a spreader bar. Jason yanked Matt's tighty whities into a wedgie, the fabric digging into his ass, stretching to rip, nearly over his head, Matt's love for the sharp pull fueling his arousal. Jason started with Matt's own belt, each crack a fiery sting, then switched to Matt's massive wooden paddle with holes, the heavy strikes throbbing, Matt's ass glowing red. He added a crop, demanding Matt count each strike through his gag, muffled but clear, adding more when he faltered, Matt thanking him, Thank you, sir, more, please. The camera zoomed on Matt's hooded, red-assed form, the thought of fans seeing his spanking later searing his mind. The public shame was a twisted thrill.
Round 7: Anal Toy Torment
Matt rolled a 2, Jason a 6. Jason's dominance grew, the app flashing Anal Toys. Jason bound Matt doggie-style on the bed, legs wide, head down, ass exposed and ready. He lubed a thick plug, its cold, slick tip stretching Matt's hole, the burn sharp, followed by an electro plug, its pulses a shocking tingle, Matts groans muffled by a piss-soaked gag. Jason swapped it for a dildo, thicker, driving it deep, each thrust a brutal stretch. Then came Jasons favorite game: a finger-fuck glove, slick and textured. Which finger, pig? he teased, sliding one in, then two, Matt guessing wrong, Jason finger-fucking until he got it right, the relentless probing a mix of torment and thrill. The camera caught Matt's hooded, stuffed form, the thought of fans watching his violation later amplifying his shame. Matt enjoyed having his ass used , and the thought of the public's gaze kept him throbbing.
Round 8: Ultimate Bondage and Torture
Matt rolled a 1, Jason a 6. Jason's reign was merciless, the app weaving the Ultimate Bondage and Torture in the Pig Pit. He hogtied Matt, wrists and ankles roped tight, the hemp cutting into skin, his body arched in agony, ass vulnerable for any deep dark desires Jason has thought up. Jason starts by scrawled *cocksucker* across Matt's forehead and “piss faggot” down his back. He pisses over Matt, a large load he has been saving all day. The hot, musky stream soaking him, pooling in the Pit, Matt's face pressed into the slick, musky liquid, forced to lick it, the bitter taste gagging. Jason shoved a dildo up Matt's ass, working it in and out, the stretch burning, then knelt, pushing his small dick into Matt's gagged mouth, the taste musk. He rolled Matt over, twisting his nipples with clamps, the pain searing, and spat, You're my filthy whore, the verbal degradation cutting deep. A flogger cracked across Matt's thighs and back, each sting a fiery pulse, and a vibrating wand pressed against his caged cock, the torment unbearable. The camera caught Matt's piss-soaked, hooded form, writhing in ecstasy and agony, the thought of fans raving later searing his shame. The chaos was wild, fun, and overwhelming, Jason's revenge a masterpiece.
The Final Edge
Jason unbound Matt, but the game wasn't done. He tied Matt spread-eagle on the bed, blindfolded, a ball gag muffling his moans. Jason, obsessed with Matt's perfect dick, thick, curved, & ideal. Knelt, his mouth teasing Matt's freed cock, the cage off. Jason's tongue swirled, edging Matt, his month-long load begging release. Jason rode Matt's dick, his tight hole gripping, savoring every inch, his own small dick ignored, his focus on Matt's pleasure. Matt's muffled cries grew desperate, Jason's mouth sucking, the warm, salty load erupting, thick and bitter, coating Jason's tongue. He savored it, the month-long denial a feast. Jason jacked off over Matt, his small load splattering Matt's chest, the warm, musky cum pooling. Jason licked it off, the taste sharp, claiming every drop. Matt shuddered, wrecked, the cameras catching their final act for future fans.
The Aftermath
Jason untied Matt, both smelling of dried piss. They cuddled, their breaths heavy with cum and piss, Matt's ass red. They shared a warm shower, water soothing, hands lingering, a towel rough but tender. In tighty whities, they sprawled on the living room couch, laptops open, re-watching their footage. Jason’s tongue in Matt’s ass, Matt's hogtied torment, Jason's shaved head, photos of his bare scalp for their stash. Cocks twitching, horny as hell. They edited clips, cutting for maximum shame, planning posts for X, Bluesky, and just for fans, the thought of fans devouring their filth fueling their arousal. Next time, Nashville, Jason murmured, his hand on Matt's thigh, we’ll push it harder. They crawled into bed together, limbs tangled, dreaming of their next depraved game, the hotel suite a shrine to their twisted bond.
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