Complicatedly vers: mostly sub yet can get a dominant and sadistic streak with the right boy. I've developed a particular interst in cuckolding scenarios and have been lucky enough to have some real-life experience. None of the photos or videos are mine; let me know if you want me to remove your content. No minors, please!
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This blog contains fantasies that include lack of consent, potentially dangerous practices, and the use of homophobic slurs for the purposes of erotic humiliation. All of that is fantasy and not real life. I do not condone or encourage any of this in real life--never confuse the two!
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This follows IVa, which left off with the man who had brought me to be groped, bitten, tickled, and probed by dozens having a tender moment with me as the rest looked on.
To my surprise, he tells the crowd who I'm sure is watching our tender moment that I'm his now: "There's plenty other boys here for you to play with." Though I really enjoyed being overwhelmed by the attention of so many men, I feel honoured that this beautiful young man wants me for himself. The crowd seems to disperse. I hear the door open and people happily chatting as their footsteps and voices grow more distant. The door closes and the large room seems eerily quiet. The only sounds are the gentle kisses he is placing all over my tender body and my soft moaning.
He runs his hands over my chest and softly flicks my nipples. He asks me whether I trust him and I do not hesitate to tell him that "I do, Sir." He kisses me again and tells me to open wide. I do and he secures an inflatable gag, which he gives a few pumps to render me completely mute. If I weren't already before, I am now completely at his disposal. I hear the mechanical winch and my feet are pulled forward. I am still suspended spread eagle, but now my body is on a slant, with my feet pulled forward. I smell something and I wonder whether it's a candle.
*MMMPPHHHH!! NNNGGGGGGHHH*
Clearly, it was a candle. The hot wax drips onto my left nipple and a little of it runs down before it solidifies. If I were not gagged, I would have screamed out in pain. It burns for a brief moment before the wax cools and hardens. More wax; this time on the other nipple. I pull on my restraints in vain and muffled screams make it past the gag. Next up are my inner thighs. I am surprised at how sensitive they are. The worst part of this torture is that every drop comes as a completely surprise. I have no idea where and when to expect the next drops of scalding hot wax.
Pretty soon, much of the front of my torso and upper legs are covered in wax. He has left my groin untouched, though. Of course, my dick is still locked and he may not want to get wax onto the lock.
When he then told me that he had a surprise for me, took off my blindfold, and showed me a key, I was afraid. This hot wax torture has been excruciating but the one thing I was grateful for was that he had not used it on my dick and balls. Seeing how much it hurt elsewhere, I can only imagine how bad it must feel on such sensitive areas. Seeing the fear in my eyes at the sight of the key, he smiles and says "Don't worry. I am done with the wax... for now."
He unlocks my dick, which had been straining all night but went flaccid almost as soon as it was unlocked. He laughs and turns to me: "It's almost as if this cute little guy is afraid to be unlocked by now. It's become so used to being locked that it's uncomfortable outside of its cage..." He then turns to my little dicklet, as he calls it, and says: "Don't worry, little guy. You'll spend plenty of time in there!" Somehow, those words got my dick to swell. I was disturbed by the fact that I reacted like that to being told that chastity would be part of my life. Is that really something that I want? My body seems to think so does the body ever lie?
As my dick starts getting harder in his hand, he plays with is, with copious amounts of lotion. He positions himself between my spread legs and starts playing with my boy pussy. He knows exactly how to play with my prostate and my dick, and as I look down I notice that it looks bigger and harder than it probably ever has. He's getting me very close very quickly and as he notices me starting to twitch and tense, he warns me not to cum. I know I am seconds away and I scream into my gag to make him stop.
He grabs the base of my dick hard and I manage to just hold off. He grins and runs his hands over my sweaty, tense abs, and gives me a little time to walk back from the edge. "Ready for your second edge?"
I'm not. I'm sure that I won't be able to hold back a second time. But, I also know that I don't really have a choice. His question is clearly rhetorical and he's not actually giving me a choice. I nod meekly and he starts stroking me again. Instead of using his other hand to massage my prostate this time, he flicks some of the wax off one of my nipples it hurts, like pulling off a bandaid and starts playing with it. This terrifies me. Without knowing it, he's found my weakness. My nipples are hard-wired to my dick and playing with them is a sure-fire way to make me cum in no time.
He sees the panic in my eyes and says "Oh no! Did I accidentally stumble across your kryptonite? You'd better still not cum, boy!" It takes seconds before I'm screaming into the gag drenched in sweat and with a wild look of panic and fear in my eyes. Surely, I won't be able to hold back this time and I can only imagine the things he'll do to punish me if I cum. He grabs the base of my dick again but I feel like it will be too late. My dick is already pulsing but the firm pressure on the base reduces what was surely going to be a fountain into a measly drizzle of precum. Never have I felt so frustrated and pent up all the built up sexual tension ebbs away without that satisfying moment of release. I would probably have preferred to have cum and taken the punishment this is the most frustrating thing I ever experienced!
"Oh no, you poor boy! Did I just ruin your orgasm?!" Smiling contently, he takes the precum onto his index finger and walks up to my face. He deflates and takes off the gag with his other hand and feeds me my own precum. I suck on his finger like it is the greatest delicacy. I had eaten my own cum before but had never really enjoyed it. Now, I want more.
The young man smiles, caresses my face and says he could spend all night playing with me. However, "I would feel so selfish keeping you all to myself." My dick is still rock hard; it is still wanting to cum for real this time! However, he fishes a few ice cubes from a drink one of the men had left behind. I knew immediately what he was planning to do. The ice felt uncomfortable but somehow it was also comforting at least now I won't need to edge a third time!
Once it was flaccid again and shrunken back to a pathetic little think worthy of mocking, he locked it up. After all this overload of erotic sensations all long night long, I still haven't gotten anywhere near a fulfilling orgasm nothing near release. I am as horny still as I've been all night, and desperate to please more men!
TO BE CONTINUED
I am building up to the finale of the first night, but that won't be the end of the story!
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TO BE CONTINUED
I am building up to the finale of the first night, but that won't be the end of the story!