The Long And The Short Of It

Terry was true to his word.

There were some revelations that I wasn’t expecting, despite his graphic promises.

When he stripped me and I was naked before his fully clothed, much larger and dominant self, I was, as always, scarlet with embarrassment, feeling tiny and vulnerable. But I preened with excitement for the first time ever -  because his eyes drank in my nakedness.

When he ran his big, eager hands over my chest and cupped my arse cheeks, it was like he was worshipping my youthfulness. He caressed my erection and fondled my balls and delighted in my hairless, smooth and clear skin. He gently peeled back my foreskin and lightly stroked the glans, making me moan and tremble - then resolutely refused to give me any relief.

He made me dunk my cock and balls in a bowl of cold water, and when my erection had subsided he snapped a clear, plastic cock cage around my genitals. It completely encased my cock and locked under my balls, which also seemed to be held slightly higher and forward. Then, he wrapped his muscled arms around my nudity and lifted me bodily to brush his lips against mine. And it did get wet. His tongue was searching for my tonsils, and I was trying to help him do it. I could feel my cock try to expand again in its brand new cage, but the plastic embrace of the device was unforgiving.

Terry showed me how to use an enema kit, even gave me one to take home. He told me to use it every time, before I went to the gym - and to his home, afterwards.

The next revelation was the following night. The sight of his body as he slowly and tantalizingly stripped himself while making me stand still, confirmed my preference for older men. I knew he was hairy, but seeing his tall frame with just a hint of a belly and still narrow(ish) hips, the fantastic pattern of the luxuriant pelt on his chest, all across his wide shoulders, how it swirled around his flat and dark nipples, how it tapered just below his prominent meaty pecs before continuing in a thin strip down over his sbs and then thickening again into a neatly trimmed bush at his groin, was beautiful. 

He had exaggerated the size of his cock (for the benefit of building my lust, I think) but not by much. It was actually a little over 8.5 inches (he told me later that double figures always sound better than single figures). It was perfectly circumcised and perfectly straight, but because it got fatter in the middle with the underside bulging (probably something to do with his extra big cum tube – well, he needed it) it somehow gave the impression of having a slight upward curve. His girth was no exaggeration though. Although my hands are small I doubt that anyone could connect middle finger and thumb around it. 

His knob was the classic helmet shape, genuinely big and wider than his already very broad shaft (and almost purple when it was solid, which was how I usually saw it, up close...) with a pronounced, flared coronal ridge.

Another revelation was the sheer volume of his spunk. I’m sure he produced enough to fill an egg cup at a time. Probably because his eggs were, indeed, very big - low slung, lightly haired, and well...huge. 

Anyway, Terry followed his agenda for me, with a few variations here and there. My nipples and balls were a main target right from day one, and I never managed to take his full, thick length into my throat until our sixth session, once I got past the gag reflex. He took pity on my frustrated determination and had me lay on the bed with my head overhanging the end, stood with his whopping balls brushing my hair (that made him shiver a bit) and somehow crammed his oversized tube steak straight through my gaping wide mouth and past my tonsils. It actually did reach somewhere near my Adam’s apple. I  got to swallow his full load on the third day, though. The first time I tried, I choked and coughed up so much of his cum that some of it came down my nose (Terry laughed and called it proper cock snot).

I soon realised that he had quite a kink for bondage. He loved to get me tied up, arms and legs wide apart so that my sense of embarrassment over my utterly hairless and under-endowed body being on display, was on fire. And to increase my feeling of helplessness. He said that being restrained, open and so completely exposed like that made me look like a virginal, sacrificial offering just waiting to be put to the gladiator’s sword, or his weapon of choice.

I got the joke once he stood in front of me waving his hugely erect weapon around and stroking it like there was no tomorrow, while "taunting" my smooth skinned, enforced nudity (while he was almost snorting with lusty horniness).....and practically hosed me down with his spunk.

But more often than not, when I was squirming in my restraints with humiliation and scarlet with remembered shame, he liked to rub his wonderfully hairy torso over my smooth body, teasing my flesh with the tickle of his fantastic body hair, and kiss and lick me all over. Everywhere, you name it...armpits, legs, feet, back and all over my chest (with a lengthy delay while he sucked and tongued my nipples, and nearly drove me out of my mind). He’d use the very tip of his tongue to trace lightly across my ball sac, and suck both of my balls into his mouth, where he’d heat them up even more with some gentle suctioning between tongue and cheeks (and boast about it later, because I could only fit one of his massive gonads in my mouth at a time, the freak). 

And my tight, hairless little gymnastic trained bubble butt got loads of attention too. My frantically puckering anus shivered and clenched with his probing, wet, warm and muscular tongue alternately lapping against it and drilling through it. I could barely contain my groaning semi-screams, writhing in my restraints whilst begging him to stop (before I burst into flames with being so turned on - although Terry kindly chose to interpret my howls as indicating my utter humiliation). Curiously, he never wanted me to do the same to him, although I would have loved to – his meaty, hairy cheeks and wonderful fur lined arse looked good enough to eat.

He was one hundred percent right when he promised I’d always be thinking of our next session. I was so horny ALL THE TIME after he locked me into the chastity device that I couldn’t sit still (or concentrate at college, which was a bit of a problem). My balls hurt with my need to cum; they seemed swollen up even when Terry wasn’t playing with them. And as I said, the cage was unforgivingly small enough that it was impossible to get hard. 

Somehow, I stopped focusing on my unsatisfied cock, which became instead just a tube that I pissed from, and focused almost entirely on pleasing him – although he spent most of his time absolutely worshipping my body and driving me insane with ever increasing lust.

I leaked pre cum a lot, increasingly so after each session with him. He used to wipe it from the hole in the bottom of the cage and taste it, then use it as lubricant to tease my nipples or massage it back into my balls. He even used it as additional lubricant when he fingered me. And smeared it over his cock head before making me suck him (again).

When he sat me on his lap (arms restrained with rope to ceiling hooks, legs wide astride his) he found my prostate all right, no problem. It was probably so swollen and pulsating by then that it must have jumped straight on to his finger. I certainly jumped when he was gently rubbing it. My pre cum was really dribbling out of the cock cage by the time he finished stroking that throbbing little gland, I can tell you...

Terry was right about being fucked, too. IT HURT. A LOT. He took his careful and infinitely slow time forcing open my (absolutely desperate) uncompromisingly tight and virginal anus while I howled and cried (very convincingly, I thought). He was very solicitous of my agony though, and for my first time, only gave me about half his length  - despite his snarled promise in my ear (my face was buried in the pillow, at the time) that he was going to ignore my crying and slam-fuck his massive throbbing cock straight up my gorgeous and incredibly tight, smooth, pretty-boy little arse, right up to his hairy fucking bollocks in one go and not stop shagging me senseless untill I fucking bleed (his words, not mine). And then after about a dozen (careful and infinitely slow) very gentle semi-thrusts, he absolutely flooded me with his spunk and pulled out (very, very carefully and infinitely slowly).

It wasn’t so bad the next night, sitting over him, cowboy style. Although he had my arms tied wide over my head, stretched up to the ceiling (he had loads of those bloody ceiling hooks all over the place, the pervert) and therefore had total unobstructed access to everything he wanted to play with, I did have the freedom to move on his oversized cock, despite his grip on my balls. I still couldn’t take it all by being on top, although my still stubbornly tight ring was definitely feeling less like it was screaming. I worked hard, as he demanded, slowly up and down on his embedded shaft while biting my lip to prevent my pained groans and blinking back my tears (for the look of it). My efforts were rewarded. He was so heated up himself by seeing me secured and spread so obviously for his pleasure, and doing my best to skewer my own arse so determinedly on his magnificent endowment, that he positively gushed his customary voluminous load till it back flushed around his massive balls. 

Unfortunately he came long before I would have preferred, but the added slipperiness of his copious cum did make it easier to keep sliding his still rubbery length in and out of my sore hole for a while, while he lay there and gasped for breath. So, every cloud has a silver lining.

“Ok, tell you what" he said. “Tomorrow is your birthday, the cage comes off. You’ve built up enough of a head of steam now, I want to see what happens. I’ll have you on your back and tie your arms to the sides of the headboard, right? Then I’ll tie your ankles to your arms, yeah? You're a gymnast, it'll be nice to see you doing the splits” (ho ho ho, such a comedian). “And that'll leave you with your arse high and wide open, so I can grease up and sink right in, might even get right up to the balls. Hmmm...might do some push ups on you then, have a bit of a workout at the same time, eh? Get that tight rubber band of yours really stretched to fit. Give you a proper snog at the same time. Plus your gorgeous juicy little nipples will be handy for when I want to give them a proper sucking. Might even pop your second virginity”. (Wait. What?)

Terry smirked at me. “Your inner sphincter. You have a second asshole further in. It’s there, but not easy to reach. You’re small though, you might get the ultimate experience. Bet that makes you feel like you’re full of cock, eh? We’ll see what happens”.

***

So, on the evening of my eighteenth birthday, after cards and presents from my family, I was with Terry; fully prepared, as always, for whatever he was going to demand of me. 

I was loving it all - his control over me, how he made me feel helpless and magnificently special at the same time. My own constant craving for relief had become totally secondary to his pleasure, my subjugation and domination by him, complete.

He tied me up, as he said he would, face up, wide open, exposed and totally available for him, then removed the cage. It felt odd, no longer having the comfort of this symbol of his authority locking my cock away. My cock... now gloriously released, stretching and flexing in half remembered freedom, foreskin once again drawing back by itself, the ultra sensitive glans crawling up my belly and already leaking pre cum in anticipation of his attention. He touched my freshly exposed glans with the tip of his finger. I gasped out “Please sir, please sir, please sir" before he chuckled and left my over sensitive little knob alone.

This time, it was definitely better. Whether it was because I’d become more used to his cock, or the position, so open and exposed, I don’t know. But when he was on his knees at my arse, staring over my raised up butt cheeks to my face, with that look in his eyes, and started to ease his ridiculously fat cock head through my (still overly tight) ring, I knew this was going to be different.

Once the initial fierce pain of the stretch had passed, and I could feel his wide girth parting my clutching bowel walls, it was like a light had been switched on in my head. Suddenly, I got it. I got it a lot more when he knocked against my prostate, my eyes rolling into the back of my head and my cock jumping around on my belly.

Terry noticed that too. He smirked at me, pulled back and slowly slid his huge cock head over my grateful prostate again, torturing me with pleasure. I groaned, but this time for a completely different reason than the last couple of nights.

He spent some time slowly sawing his monumentally fat cock in and out of my rapidly loosening ring, gazing at my face and exploring my mouth with his tongue, his chest hair tickling my skin deliciously and his pubic hair tickling my balls, or bending lower to suck and nibble on my, by now over-sensitive, nipples. And all the while continued to gently and slowly fuck my arse with half his length.

After some time (could have been 5 minutes, could have been an hour) of this increasing ascent into pleasure, he pulled out all the way, stretching my ring wide (again) with his fat cockhead on his exit. I'm sure my expression was pleading with him to put it back. I know I was panting wildly. 

He stretched his legs back in the classic push up position with his arms between my restrained, hamstring burning legs and his hands somewhere above and on either side of my head. I had a fantastic view of his hairy pecs and six pack abs as he loomed over me. Then, looking down and straight into my eyes, and without even guiding it, slowly sank his hugely engorged, long cock into my suddenly eager hole again, past my throbbing prostate (I’m sure I shrieked) and didn’t stop until he hit bottom. The bottom of my chute that is; there was still a couple of inches of his cock remaining unsheathed. 

I could feel his knob bumping against some obstruction way up in me - uncomfortable, but not painful. He continued to slowly thrust and withdraw with the regularity of a metronome, reaching the obstruction and rubbing his cockhead against it.

I was aware that I was crying out, incoherent, meaningless sounds of rapture. My whole body was trembling and tingling, but my anus had now taken on a life of its own, gaping on his entry and grabbing at his shaft every time he pulled back. Again and again and again.

I couldn't stifle my moaning and babbling in this newfound total pleasure of my arse. If my arms and legs had been free, they would have been wrapped around his back, holding him to me. But being restrained made me acutely aware that I was at his absolute mercy, his slave to use for his pleasure, his to inflict any agony or joy on – that he was the perpetrator of my ecstacy. All of my free will, all of my self control given over to him, to do with as he pleased.

I was vibrating with my lust. 

My asshole was trying to swallow him. I felt as though my channel was limitless, every nerve ending alive and in tune with his unconscious thought or wish. I could feel his broad coronal ridge caressing my volcanic prostate and carry on up my channel, stimulating even the walls of my bowel, before the head of his cock bumped with dominant certainty against that drum inside me. My heart was thumping in my chest and I felt that the muscles in my arms and legs would surely snap with the tension. I felt that I could see the stars, if only I knew how. 

And then it happened.

My second sphincter gave way under his insistent pressure and was suddenly wide open to all invaders. Terry powered forward, claiming his new territory. He slammed his hips against mine, his massive balls rubbing my lower back. His shaft, thickening half way down but even more so at the base, stretched my gladly straining anal ring to the max while his rigid, throbbing cock was pressing hard against the rock that my prostate had become. His huge cock head was, I’m sure, about to enter my throat from the wrong direction.

Terry went into fucking overdrive mode, giving his full length, every inch of his cock each time, reaming in and out of my steaming, welcoming arse like a high octane piston.

I totally lost it.

Every sensation, every nerve ending coalesced into blinding, universe expanding ecstacy. I couldn’t see or hear –  I was screaming too loudly. My newly liberated dick, which had been vibrating like a road drill on my belly, now pulled back all by itself and, cannon-like, shot a volley of thick and scalding cum way over my head, followed by six more.

I could feel my aching balls contracting with every spurt. I could feel my now elastic anus clutching desperately, time and again, around his rapidly stabbing, massive, iron hard cock. My nipples felt like they might explode. My arms and legs were jerking in their bonds. 

And I passed out.

When I opened my eyes again, my hole felt hot and wet and sticky with his typically enormous cum load, backflushing as before, out of my destroyed anus, running down my upraised arse, down the small of my back and soaking into the bed beneath. Terry, gasping for breath, collapsed over me, staring into my face.

“Fucking hell!” he chuckled, out of breath. “That was  just...monumental, Joe! I thought... you said you didn’t... cum much".

I had my own spunk in my hair, on my face, a pool of the stuff across my chest and dribbling down my stomach. It was still bubbling from the end of my bloated, exposed, exhausted knob.

“It's ...pretty much painted the... headboard, too". He was having a job to get his words out.

I bent my head back and raised my eyes to watch several rivulets slowly oozing their way down.

Still deeply embedded in my arse, Terry leaned across, kissed me, licked the sweat off my forehead and untied my arms and legs. Despite my cramping muscles, I kept them wide open. For him.

“Told you I could control you...and give you an experience" he wheezed at me. “A bit of foreplay and...a decent build up...was all you needed".

I became wonderfully, acutely aware of his rubbery cock still in my arse, and managed to flutter my (completely slack) hole around his thickness.

He swallowed air, and almost choked.

“You stay just like that, boy. You look gorgeous and submissive and vulnerable.

It’s your birthday. I’m going to be fucking another big hands-free load out of you. Just as soon as I can get my breath back...... “

I managed to croak a reply while stretching my thighs even wider - doing the splits - for him.

“ Oh God, yes sir. Anything you want. Anything at all...”

To be continued in Part 3