Life is hell on toast just now. The most serious issue is that it looks like I'll be out of work in less than 2 weeks. Once life calms down again, I'll definitely be back to writing, and locking, I miss them both.
Cheers!
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Day 2??
Wow! Day one of the new lock-up has flown by. It's already past midnight and well into Thursday already.
This lock up will be for 4 weeks, and I'm already happy to be relocked. After 4 days unlocked I was starting to become accustomed to nothing being down there again, but I did miss the device in a strange way. I know I'm not alone in this, I've heard many locked boys voice the same feeling of awkwardness and sense of missing something while out of their device.
The 4 days unlocked were... interesting. I kept forgetting that, in fact, I -could- jerk off. It always felt mildly surprised when I started getting hard reading something or looking at sexy vids on xtube. I didn't jerk off nearly as much as one would assume after being locked for a month, and far less than I thought I would. I even took some toys to the shower with me at one point, and didn't cum, just enjoyed working my hole over like I do from time to time while locked.
One memorable cum, aside from the epic mess from the fisting date on Saturday, was playing with my ball crusher Monday night. I'd forgotten just how much I love the pressure/pleasure/pain of having my balls slowly crushed. I managed quite a mess that night too. All told I only came 3 times in 4 days, which, admittedly, is a lot, but not bad at this early stage of my chastity journey, in my opinion.
I don't feel too guilty, either. I have no one to answer to right now, which does make me a little sad, but without a keyholder to make proud, the desire to refrain from cumming is pretty minimal. I still hold out hope that I'll find someone willing to be my Keyholder locally.
So day one: uneventful. The device is sitting comfortably in place, and already there are times I forget it's there. I can feel the build up starting even now, and it's a good feeling.
More to come soon. Cheers!
This lock up will be for 4 weeks, and I'm already happy to be relocked. After 4 days unlocked I was starting to become accustomed to nothing being down there again, but I did miss the device in a strange way. I know I'm not alone in this, I've heard many locked boys voice the same feeling of awkwardness and sense of missing something while out of their device.
The 4 days unlocked were... interesting. I kept forgetting that, in fact, I -could- jerk off. It always felt mildly surprised when I started getting hard reading something or looking at sexy vids on xtube. I didn't jerk off nearly as much as one would assume after being locked for a month, and far less than I thought I would. I even took some toys to the shower with me at one point, and didn't cum, just enjoyed working my hole over like I do from time to time while locked.
One memorable cum, aside from the epic mess from the fisting date on Saturday, was playing with my ball crusher Monday night. I'd forgotten just how much I love the pressure/pleasure/pain of having my balls slowly crushed. I managed quite a mess that night too. All told I only came 3 times in 4 days, which, admittedly, is a lot, but not bad at this early stage of my chastity journey, in my opinion.
I don't feel too guilty, either. I have no one to answer to right now, which does make me a little sad, but without a keyholder to make proud, the desire to refrain from cumming is pretty minimal. I still hold out hope that I'll find someone willing to be my Keyholder locally.
So day one: uneventful. The device is sitting comfortably in place, and already there are times I forget it's there. I can feel the build up starting even now, and it's a good feeling.
More to come soon. Cheers!
Sunday, April 10, 2011
Give Him an Inch and He'll Take a Day. Part 3
We wound our way back through the labyrinth maze of the bath house to our dungeon room in the basement. A glance back from time to time confirmed my suspicions. The audience we'd attracted with our little performance upstairs had created a small entourage following, not so subtly, behind us.
What had I agreed to in my horny and unclear state of mind?
As we arrived back at our room, Scott told me to make myself comfortable, indicating the sling set up prominently in the center of the room. He turned to the toy bags and removed a sheet of heavy paper and a marker.
Damn him, he’d been planning this all along. The page was already set up to tally the marks that would determine how much longer I’d be locked. He flashed me a mischievous and knowing grin, then set about setting up the lube and condoms on a table near the sling.
As I settled back into the sling, I noticed a gorgeous young skater/punk looking kid, probably in his early 20s, standing apprehensively in the doorway, looking uncertain and curiously in at me. Well, more specifically, at my locked bits.
It was then that Scott noticed him too. Lanky, but with definition in his slim frame, perhaps 5’10”. Dark hair, carelessly tousled, a light dusting at the pits and across his surprisingly well developed chest, trailing down his abdomen to a seductive and appealing treasure trail which led down to the patch of pubic hair revealed along the top of the towel wrapped loosely and low at his hips.
Tattoos adorned his upper arms, tribal style, and one peeked teasingly at the edge of the towel at his hip. In addition, the boy was pierced. A variety decorated his ears, a trio along one brow, a navel ring, and a trio of barbells set vertically, one through the left nipple, the others through the areola on either side of it. I could only guess at the jewelry that would be revealed when his towel came off.
“Come on in,” Scott invited warmly. “I’m Scott, and you are?”
“Josh,” he said quietly, slowly coming in through the door and closing it behind him, apparently wanting some privacy to sate his curiosity.
“Don’t be shy Josh, take a close look, and feel free to ask questions,” Scott suggested before turning to tape the paper to the dungeon wall where I could see it as the marks began to add up.
“Does it hurt?” asked Josh, leaning in closer, situating himself by crouching between my spread legs, one hand stroking my inner thigh. It’s generally the very first question I get regarding the device, so I wasn’t surprised.
“Not unless I get hard, then the pressure of my cock being squeezed actually feels good, it’s the pressure on the balls as my cock tries to lengthen and pushes the device away from my body that hurts a little. More of a sustained pressure kind of pain from the balls being strangled hard against the ring. It’s generally only seriously uncomfortable during night time erections.”
Josh’s long, slim fingers began to tease and massage my hole, aided by the lube Scott handed him. He continued asking the usual questions; how long had I been locked, when was the last time I’d cum, did I like it, what did it feel like, etc.
I struggled to answer his questions as his fingers explored, probed and penetrated my hole, expertly loosening and massaging my opening. His distracting ministrations made my responses difficult and often punctuated with moans of pleasure and lust. My occasional glances at Scott showed that he was really enjoying this interplay. He was rock-hard, dripping precum and smiling fiendishly.
I shuddered, “God damn, you’re good at that,” I gasped breathlessly as he worked deeper into me with his fingers.
“Thanks,” he said, smiling widely, looking very flattered, “I’m good at stretching a hole, though I’ve always wanted to go a little further…” he trailed off, and I felt more pressure as he pressed his hand harder into me.
I groaned from the pleasure, “You mean fisting?” I managed to get out, “You’ve never fisted a guy?” I continued a moment later as I caught my breath, impressed with how expertly he was manipulating my boyhole.
“Nope. I usually end up bottoming. Most guys balk at taking my cock, let alone my hand, so I’ve never gotten to try it,” Josh replied nonchalantly.
My surprise was equaled only by my trepidation. Just how big -was- he? Scott was big, in my opinion, and thick, and he’d never mentioned having issues of that nature.
I was about to reply when Josh slid all 4 fingers of his hand in to the knuckles, his thumb resting on my perineum and stroking it lightly. Whatever I’d been about to say was lost in sensation overload, my hole stretched and filled. My hand went instantly to my groin, impulse reaction, only to be thwarted by the device I’d momentarily managed to forget I was wearing. I heard Scott laugh softly, seeing the reaction.
Josh continued, “That’s why I’ve gotten good at working a hole loose, to take my cock those few times I find a guy willing to take it.”
I heard Scott chuckle from behind me, “It sounds like you’re careful when you play, and as long as you don’t hurt him, and it’s ok with him, it’s ok with me. He can handle it, and your hand if you want to try it.”
Josh looked from Scott to me, looking very excited and hopeful. I nodded my head in approval. I was sweating bullets, but eager to try. My heart was hammering and my cock swelling painfully in my device.
I started to close my eyes, but they flew back open as Josh took first one, then both my balls into his mouth. I whimpered and convulsed in pleasure as he worked his fingers in and out, his tongue dancing and teasing my trapped balls. Releasing one, he trapped one swollen orb between his teeth and bit down gently. My hole flexed around his fingers, and he bit down a little harder, making me growl out in ecstasy. Hearing my reaction, he proceeded to assault my other testicle, even a little more brutally.
He licked at my abused balls, teasingly, as he released them, then grinning wickedly at Scott, “His balls like a little abuse, huh?”
Scott laughed, “Yeah, which is doubly fun when he’s locked and can’t get hard to enjoy it more.”
I groaned and lay my head back in the sling, realizing just how much trouble I was in for tonight.
Josh renewed his assault on my hole and Scott came over to lift my device and fully expose my vulnerable balls. He gripped them, pulling them down further away from the device locked around them, gripping them in one hand and making the skin shiny and tight over my bulging nuts. He began with a light slapping, but progressively applied more force, striking more frequently. Between the sensations in my balls from Scott and Josh’s talented work on my hole, I almost didn’t realize what was happening till it happened. Josh’s slender hand slid all the way in.
I went rigid. I couldn’t breathe. I was overtaken with an internal orgasm and pre spurted out from the hole of my chastity device, surprising Josh as evidenced by the stunned and pleased look on his face.
And then the noise started. I couldn’t help myself. A low animal growl of primal lust and pure desire was torn from me as my ability to breathe resumed. That low growl soon turned into a moan of absolute arousal and pleasure.
“Did he just cum?” Josh asked Scott, rightfully assuming I wouldn’t be able to articulate an answer just now.
“No, at least I don’t think so, I think that’s just pre. Though he’s never shot pre this early in a lock up, nice work,” Scott flashed him a smile, “Just give him a few, he’s not done yet, not by a long shot. Hold still and wait for him to relax.”
And relax I did. My breathing began to steady, and my hole, which I’m sure felt like it was going to snap Josh’s hand off at the wrist through my intense orgasm, began to loosen once more.
As I relaxed, Josh began to work his whole hand in and out, sending me through the roof once more, and Scott's assault on my nuts began again. The ache was building deep in my gut, and I was groaning and panting in absolute abandon.
“Can we…” Josh began, looking directly at Scott. “Can we try something? It’s something else I’ve always wanted to do.”
Just then, I heard Josh’s towel drop, and saw Scott’s eyes flick to Josh’s groin and his eyes go wide. Scott’s only reply was a nod of his head. I couldn’t see with Josh crouch between my legs, but my pulse quickened in fear.
Josh stood up then, revealing a very thick, and very long cock crowned with a heavy gauge P.A. Thick and heavy, it swung between his thighs, looking to be nearly 9 inches long, and as I watched, it throbbed. Holy god, did it just get bigger? And before my eyes, as he worked his hand slowly in and out of me, stroking his huge dick in his other hand, it continued to twitch and grow, 10 inches? 11 inches? It looked obscenely huge on his slender frame, impossibly big. His egg sized balls hung low as well, and as his cock shifted and swelled, it revealed a ladder of rings running down the center seam of his scrotum.
Scott leaned over to retrieve the ruler. At this point Josh’s dick was pointing nearly straight out, the veins prominent and pulsing. Yep, almost 11 inches. Shit. A week and a half more with one cock. And how the hell was I going to take all of it. I’d never taken a cock that big before.
He slowly removed his hand from my ass, causing me to whimper pitifully, a sound of longing and disappointment. Josh grinned at me and pulled me to my feet, steadying me along with Scott’s help, and led me to the bed. He sat on the edge, legs spread, and motioned for me to straddle him.
Apprehensively, I approached and got into position, straddling him, facing away from him, my breathing shallow and labored in fear. Scott caught my eye as Josh rolled the magnum down his rigid cock, the question clear in his face: “Do you want me to stop this?”
I shook my head no. I was going to try.
Slowly, I lowered myself down. It was an excellent call on Josh’s part, allowing me to set the pace and the depth. I felt the thick head slide in and gasped. I looked down and watched in fascination as I slid down further, watching his cock slowly disappear inside me, my device bobbing and twitching as my cock tried uselessly to get hard inside it.
I only got about half of his impressive length inside, and from the corner of my eye, I saw Scott marking down 11 tick marks. I guess we were rounding up. I sighed as I began to slowly ride Josh’s thick meat, slowly trying to work more of him into my hole.
Josh was good, very good. He thrust at just the right moments, he shifted his angle at the right times, he held still when I needed it and soon I was taking him balls deep and howling in pleasure.
The entire time, my cock continued to spew out pre. Spurt after spurt was pounded out of me as he rammed into my prostate with his thrusts. My cock struggling vainly against the confinement of the device, and my balls were aching with a pain deeper than just the brutal beating Scott had given them. The root of my cock was rock solid and pressing the device away from my body, strangling my balls, adding more pressure to my throbbing nuts. My body wanted desperately to cum.
After almost 10 minutes, Josh gripped my hips, holding me in place with only about half his cock buried inside, and began to thrust up into me hard, fast and deep. His hammering thrusts almost made me forget for a moment that he’d said he wanted to try something he hadn’t done before. Somehow I didn’t think this was what he’d meant. For all his hesitation and seeming shyness when he first came to our room, none of that was present anymore. He was an animal, aggressively pounding away at my ass, grinding into me and fucking me like a man possessed.
After what seemed like an eternity, he grasped my hips again firmly and slammed me down on his rigid cock to the hilt. I shouted out in shock and passion.
Breathing heavily and deeply, he trembled as he held me, his arms wrapped tight around me, his cock solid as steel and throbbing in my ass. My own shaft leaking steadily and filling the tiny space in the device to the maximum.
“Don’t move, I’m too close, and I’m not ready to cum yet,” He panted into my ear before licking and nibbling along the sensitive rim. His one arm stroked and massaged my chest and abdomen, his other motioning Scott to join us before reaching down to stroke my balls and around the device trapping my aching bits.
Then I knew what he wanted to try. I think I might have blanched, because as Scott approached us, he arched an eyebrow, his face solemn and serious.
I think I must have made a breathless “yes” because he began lubing my hole more, sliding his fingers into my already over-stretched ass along side Josh’s cock. I could feel Josh’s heartbeat through my back, and in my ass, his dick throbbing with his pulse. His heart was racing almost as much as mine.
Scott took his time, stretching me and giving Josh a breather, an opportunity to step back from the edge of his orgasm. I had never wanted to be unlocked more than I did at that moment. To be free to grasp my cock, to jerk as my lover and this hot, young, hung guy were brutally abusing my hole.
This went on for minutes, I was almost out of my mind with lust. I just knew it was going to be nearly unbearable to take them both. Just Scott’s fingers hurt with as tightly stuffed as I was. I’m certain both their thick cocks had to be bigger together than Josh’s slim wrist, but I wanted it so fucking bad. My cock leapt in it’s cramped tube and spewed more pre as another orgasm threatened.
Josh ground his hips into my ass and I let out a deep moan of pleasure. He buried himself fully inside and continued to hold me, stroking my belly, kissing my neck and massaging my balls. I groaned again, incapable of speech by this point, and Scott got into position and pressed against my stuffed hole.
Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Pushing harder, Scott’s naked cock slid slowly, painfully into my already overstuffed ass and nestled next to Josh’s thick meat. I think I screamed. I think I cried. I think I shouted. I know I spewed obscenities, but then Scott was lodged balls deep inside me, right next to Josh’s girthy cock. It hurt so much, it was too much, I couldn’t handle it…
And then Scott started to thrust. My head was swimming. There were no more words, only grunts and base animal noises as he slowly built up speed. Josh was groaning and I could feel his slender chest heaving against my back as he clutched me tightly. Soon Scott was pounding in and out, stroking Josh’s shaft with his thrusts and making me completely lose my mind.
Time seemed to elongate, minutes turned into hours, it felt like they were tearing my hole open for hours, when in reality, it could only have been minutes. But somewhere in that brief eternity, the pain began to subside to a dull throbbing ache, and the pleasure took over, overwhelming me and making me swoon. Only Josh’s arms around me kept me from falling.
And then Josh began to, not so much thrust, as grind into me, biting hard into my neck and shoulder as his orgasm approached, his one hand still holding me tight to his slim frame, the other straying to my balls and gripping them mercilessly, squeezing hard and pulling down. As he got closer, and I could see Scott was close too, Josh’s grip got tighter, the pressure harder, till I was all but screaming in pain, pent up desire and need. The pain/pleasure in my balls and ass making me throw my head back and howl in animalistic lust.
Scott blew first. I felt his hot cum flood my ass, and he kept his cock deep inside while he unloaded. Josh was next, and he bit down hard on my other shoulder as he filled the magnum he was wearing. And just as I felt his teeth clamp down and his body go rigid against me, I was rocked by another mind blowing orgasm, my boynub struggling to expand and spewing more pre, spraying both Josh’s and my thighs, and all over Scott’s legs. My ass pulsed and convulsed around their dicks, squeezing hard.
All three of us were shaking with exhaustion and the intensity of the combined orgasms. No one moved for a good minute, but then I felt them both slowly slide out of me. We collapsed into the bed together, covered in my pre and our combined sweat, making a sticky mess. Josh’s condom was an impressive sight, totally filled to capacity with thick cream. He stripped it off, getting cum all over all of us, and flinging it into the trash. We ended up tangled together, panting and trying desperately to catch our breath. There was kissing, fondling, and wordless murmurs of affection and satisfaction. We stayed glued together like that for a few minutes before finally getting up. We all showered together in the open shower stall in the room, lathering each other up and exploring one another’s bodies. As we dried off, Scott grabbed his phone and got Josh’s number. Maybe this wouldn’t be a one time thing with him, at least I hoped not.
Josh came over to me, still gloriously nude, pressed his body tight to me, kissing me ravenously and grinding his groin into my locked crotch, swatted my butt, said his goodbyes and left.
Scott caught me eye, his grin as broad and impish as ever, and I found myself, despite my tender ass, smiling just as broadly.
“Don’t think we’re done yet, that was just the opening act,” Scott teased. I think I groaned as he pushed me back, and into the sling.
“And don’t worry, I’m not charging you time for my cock or Josh’s fist,” he said, winking.
To be continued…
What had I agreed to in my horny and unclear state of mind?
As we arrived back at our room, Scott told me to make myself comfortable, indicating the sling set up prominently in the center of the room. He turned to the toy bags and removed a sheet of heavy paper and a marker.
Damn him, he’d been planning this all along. The page was already set up to tally the marks that would determine how much longer I’d be locked. He flashed me a mischievous and knowing grin, then set about setting up the lube and condoms on a table near the sling.
As I settled back into the sling, I noticed a gorgeous young skater/punk looking kid, probably in his early 20s, standing apprehensively in the doorway, looking uncertain and curiously in at me. Well, more specifically, at my locked bits.
It was then that Scott noticed him too. Lanky, but with definition in his slim frame, perhaps 5’10”. Dark hair, carelessly tousled, a light dusting at the pits and across his surprisingly well developed chest, trailing down his abdomen to a seductive and appealing treasure trail which led down to the patch of pubic hair revealed along the top of the towel wrapped loosely and low at his hips.
Tattoos adorned his upper arms, tribal style, and one peeked teasingly at the edge of the towel at his hip. In addition, the boy was pierced. A variety decorated his ears, a trio along one brow, a navel ring, and a trio of barbells set vertically, one through the left nipple, the others through the areola on either side of it. I could only guess at the jewelry that would be revealed when his towel came off.
“Come on in,” Scott invited warmly. “I’m Scott, and you are?”
“Josh,” he said quietly, slowly coming in through the door and closing it behind him, apparently wanting some privacy to sate his curiosity.
“Don’t be shy Josh, take a close look, and feel free to ask questions,” Scott suggested before turning to tape the paper to the dungeon wall where I could see it as the marks began to add up.
“Does it hurt?” asked Josh, leaning in closer, situating himself by crouching between my spread legs, one hand stroking my inner thigh. It’s generally the very first question I get regarding the device, so I wasn’t surprised.
“Not unless I get hard, then the pressure of my cock being squeezed actually feels good, it’s the pressure on the balls as my cock tries to lengthen and pushes the device away from my body that hurts a little. More of a sustained pressure kind of pain from the balls being strangled hard against the ring. It’s generally only seriously uncomfortable during night time erections.”
Josh’s long, slim fingers began to tease and massage my hole, aided by the lube Scott handed him. He continued asking the usual questions; how long had I been locked, when was the last time I’d cum, did I like it, what did it feel like, etc.
I struggled to answer his questions as his fingers explored, probed and penetrated my hole, expertly loosening and massaging my opening. His distracting ministrations made my responses difficult and often punctuated with moans of pleasure and lust. My occasional glances at Scott showed that he was really enjoying this interplay. He was rock-hard, dripping precum and smiling fiendishly.
I shuddered, “God damn, you’re good at that,” I gasped breathlessly as he worked deeper into me with his fingers.
“Thanks,” he said, smiling widely, looking very flattered, “I’m good at stretching a hole, though I’ve always wanted to go a little further…” he trailed off, and I felt more pressure as he pressed his hand harder into me.
I groaned from the pleasure, “You mean fisting?” I managed to get out, “You’ve never fisted a guy?” I continued a moment later as I caught my breath, impressed with how expertly he was manipulating my boyhole.
“Nope. I usually end up bottoming. Most guys balk at taking my cock, let alone my hand, so I’ve never gotten to try it,” Josh replied nonchalantly.
My surprise was equaled only by my trepidation. Just how big -was- he? Scott was big, in my opinion, and thick, and he’d never mentioned having issues of that nature.
I was about to reply when Josh slid all 4 fingers of his hand in to the knuckles, his thumb resting on my perineum and stroking it lightly. Whatever I’d been about to say was lost in sensation overload, my hole stretched and filled. My hand went instantly to my groin, impulse reaction, only to be thwarted by the device I’d momentarily managed to forget I was wearing. I heard Scott laugh softly, seeing the reaction.
Josh continued, “That’s why I’ve gotten good at working a hole loose, to take my cock those few times I find a guy willing to take it.”
I heard Scott chuckle from behind me, “It sounds like you’re careful when you play, and as long as you don’t hurt him, and it’s ok with him, it’s ok with me. He can handle it, and your hand if you want to try it.”
Josh looked from Scott to me, looking very excited and hopeful. I nodded my head in approval. I was sweating bullets, but eager to try. My heart was hammering and my cock swelling painfully in my device.
I started to close my eyes, but they flew back open as Josh took first one, then both my balls into his mouth. I whimpered and convulsed in pleasure as he worked his fingers in and out, his tongue dancing and teasing my trapped balls. Releasing one, he trapped one swollen orb between his teeth and bit down gently. My hole flexed around his fingers, and he bit down a little harder, making me growl out in ecstasy. Hearing my reaction, he proceeded to assault my other testicle, even a little more brutally.
He licked at my abused balls, teasingly, as he released them, then grinning wickedly at Scott, “His balls like a little abuse, huh?”
Scott laughed, “Yeah, which is doubly fun when he’s locked and can’t get hard to enjoy it more.”
I groaned and lay my head back in the sling, realizing just how much trouble I was in for tonight.
Josh renewed his assault on my hole and Scott came over to lift my device and fully expose my vulnerable balls. He gripped them, pulling them down further away from the device locked around them, gripping them in one hand and making the skin shiny and tight over my bulging nuts. He began with a light slapping, but progressively applied more force, striking more frequently. Between the sensations in my balls from Scott and Josh’s talented work on my hole, I almost didn’t realize what was happening till it happened. Josh’s slender hand slid all the way in.
I went rigid. I couldn’t breathe. I was overtaken with an internal orgasm and pre spurted out from the hole of my chastity device, surprising Josh as evidenced by the stunned and pleased look on his face.
And then the noise started. I couldn’t help myself. A low animal growl of primal lust and pure desire was torn from me as my ability to breathe resumed. That low growl soon turned into a moan of absolute arousal and pleasure.
“Did he just cum?” Josh asked Scott, rightfully assuming I wouldn’t be able to articulate an answer just now.
“No, at least I don’t think so, I think that’s just pre. Though he’s never shot pre this early in a lock up, nice work,” Scott flashed him a smile, “Just give him a few, he’s not done yet, not by a long shot. Hold still and wait for him to relax.”
And relax I did. My breathing began to steady, and my hole, which I’m sure felt like it was going to snap Josh’s hand off at the wrist through my intense orgasm, began to loosen once more.
As I relaxed, Josh began to work his whole hand in and out, sending me through the roof once more, and Scott's assault on my nuts began again. The ache was building deep in my gut, and I was groaning and panting in absolute abandon.
“Can we…” Josh began, looking directly at Scott. “Can we try something? It’s something else I’ve always wanted to do.”
Just then, I heard Josh’s towel drop, and saw Scott’s eyes flick to Josh’s groin and his eyes go wide. Scott’s only reply was a nod of his head. I couldn’t see with Josh crouch between my legs, but my pulse quickened in fear.
Josh stood up then, revealing a very thick, and very long cock crowned with a heavy gauge P.A. Thick and heavy, it swung between his thighs, looking to be nearly 9 inches long, and as I watched, it throbbed. Holy god, did it just get bigger? And before my eyes, as he worked his hand slowly in and out of me, stroking his huge dick in his other hand, it continued to twitch and grow, 10 inches? 11 inches? It looked obscenely huge on his slender frame, impossibly big. His egg sized balls hung low as well, and as his cock shifted and swelled, it revealed a ladder of rings running down the center seam of his scrotum.
Scott leaned over to retrieve the ruler. At this point Josh’s dick was pointing nearly straight out, the veins prominent and pulsing. Yep, almost 11 inches. Shit. A week and a half more with one cock. And how the hell was I going to take all of it. I’d never taken a cock that big before.
He slowly removed his hand from my ass, causing me to whimper pitifully, a sound of longing and disappointment. Josh grinned at me and pulled me to my feet, steadying me along with Scott’s help, and led me to the bed. He sat on the edge, legs spread, and motioned for me to straddle him.
Apprehensively, I approached and got into position, straddling him, facing away from him, my breathing shallow and labored in fear. Scott caught my eye as Josh rolled the magnum down his rigid cock, the question clear in his face: “Do you want me to stop this?”
I shook my head no. I was going to try.
Slowly, I lowered myself down. It was an excellent call on Josh’s part, allowing me to set the pace and the depth. I felt the thick head slide in and gasped. I looked down and watched in fascination as I slid down further, watching his cock slowly disappear inside me, my device bobbing and twitching as my cock tried uselessly to get hard inside it.
I only got about half of his impressive length inside, and from the corner of my eye, I saw Scott marking down 11 tick marks. I guess we were rounding up. I sighed as I began to slowly ride Josh’s thick meat, slowly trying to work more of him into my hole.
Josh was good, very good. He thrust at just the right moments, he shifted his angle at the right times, he held still when I needed it and soon I was taking him balls deep and howling in pleasure.
The entire time, my cock continued to spew out pre. Spurt after spurt was pounded out of me as he rammed into my prostate with his thrusts. My cock struggling vainly against the confinement of the device, and my balls were aching with a pain deeper than just the brutal beating Scott had given them. The root of my cock was rock solid and pressing the device away from my body, strangling my balls, adding more pressure to my throbbing nuts. My body wanted desperately to cum.
After almost 10 minutes, Josh gripped my hips, holding me in place with only about half his cock buried inside, and began to thrust up into me hard, fast and deep. His hammering thrusts almost made me forget for a moment that he’d said he wanted to try something he hadn’t done before. Somehow I didn’t think this was what he’d meant. For all his hesitation and seeming shyness when he first came to our room, none of that was present anymore. He was an animal, aggressively pounding away at my ass, grinding into me and fucking me like a man possessed.
After what seemed like an eternity, he grasped my hips again firmly and slammed me down on his rigid cock to the hilt. I shouted out in shock and passion.
Breathing heavily and deeply, he trembled as he held me, his arms wrapped tight around me, his cock solid as steel and throbbing in my ass. My own shaft leaking steadily and filling the tiny space in the device to the maximum.
“Don’t move, I’m too close, and I’m not ready to cum yet,” He panted into my ear before licking and nibbling along the sensitive rim. His one arm stroked and massaged my chest and abdomen, his other motioning Scott to join us before reaching down to stroke my balls and around the device trapping my aching bits.
Then I knew what he wanted to try. I think I might have blanched, because as Scott approached us, he arched an eyebrow, his face solemn and serious.
I think I must have made a breathless “yes” because he began lubing my hole more, sliding his fingers into my already over-stretched ass along side Josh’s cock. I could feel Josh’s heartbeat through my back, and in my ass, his dick throbbing with his pulse. His heart was racing almost as much as mine.
Scott took his time, stretching me and giving Josh a breather, an opportunity to step back from the edge of his orgasm. I had never wanted to be unlocked more than I did at that moment. To be free to grasp my cock, to jerk as my lover and this hot, young, hung guy were brutally abusing my hole.
This went on for minutes, I was almost out of my mind with lust. I just knew it was going to be nearly unbearable to take them both. Just Scott’s fingers hurt with as tightly stuffed as I was. I’m certain both their thick cocks had to be bigger together than Josh’s slim wrist, but I wanted it so fucking bad. My cock leapt in it’s cramped tube and spewed more pre as another orgasm threatened.
Josh ground his hips into my ass and I let out a deep moan of pleasure. He buried himself fully inside and continued to hold me, stroking my belly, kissing my neck and massaging my balls. I groaned again, incapable of speech by this point, and Scott got into position and pressed against my stuffed hole.
Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Pushing harder, Scott’s naked cock slid slowly, painfully into my already overstuffed ass and nestled next to Josh’s thick meat. I think I screamed. I think I cried. I think I shouted. I know I spewed obscenities, but then Scott was lodged balls deep inside me, right next to Josh’s girthy cock. It hurt so much, it was too much, I couldn’t handle it…
And then Scott started to thrust. My head was swimming. There were no more words, only grunts and base animal noises as he slowly built up speed. Josh was groaning and I could feel his slender chest heaving against my back as he clutched me tightly. Soon Scott was pounding in and out, stroking Josh’s shaft with his thrusts and making me completely lose my mind.
Time seemed to elongate, minutes turned into hours, it felt like they were tearing my hole open for hours, when in reality, it could only have been minutes. But somewhere in that brief eternity, the pain began to subside to a dull throbbing ache, and the pleasure took over, overwhelming me and making me swoon. Only Josh’s arms around me kept me from falling.
And then Josh began to, not so much thrust, as grind into me, biting hard into my neck and shoulder as his orgasm approached, his one hand still holding me tight to his slim frame, the other straying to my balls and gripping them mercilessly, squeezing hard and pulling down. As he got closer, and I could see Scott was close too, Josh’s grip got tighter, the pressure harder, till I was all but screaming in pain, pent up desire and need. The pain/pleasure in my balls and ass making me throw my head back and howl in animalistic lust.
Scott blew first. I felt his hot cum flood my ass, and he kept his cock deep inside while he unloaded. Josh was next, and he bit down hard on my other shoulder as he filled the magnum he was wearing. And just as I felt his teeth clamp down and his body go rigid against me, I was rocked by another mind blowing orgasm, my boynub struggling to expand and spewing more pre, spraying both Josh’s and my thighs, and all over Scott’s legs. My ass pulsed and convulsed around their dicks, squeezing hard.
All three of us were shaking with exhaustion and the intensity of the combined orgasms. No one moved for a good minute, but then I felt them both slowly slide out of me. We collapsed into the bed together, covered in my pre and our combined sweat, making a sticky mess. Josh’s condom was an impressive sight, totally filled to capacity with thick cream. He stripped it off, getting cum all over all of us, and flinging it into the trash. We ended up tangled together, panting and trying desperately to catch our breath. There was kissing, fondling, and wordless murmurs of affection and satisfaction. We stayed glued together like that for a few minutes before finally getting up. We all showered together in the open shower stall in the room, lathering each other up and exploring one another’s bodies. As we dried off, Scott grabbed his phone and got Josh’s number. Maybe this wouldn’t be a one time thing with him, at least I hoped not.
Josh came over to me, still gloriously nude, pressed his body tight to me, kissing me ravenously and grinding his groin into my locked crotch, swatted my butt, said his goodbyes and left.
Scott caught me eye, his grin as broad and impish as ever, and I found myself, despite my tender ass, smiling just as broadly.
“Don’t think we’re done yet, that was just the opening act,” Scott teased. I think I groaned as he pushed me back, and into the sling.
“And don’t worry, I’m not charging you time for my cock or Josh’s fist,” he said, winking.
To be continued…
Saturday, April 9, 2011
A-sploded...
What an eventful weekend. 0.o
This past Wednesday marked the 4 week mark for me, by far and away the -longest- I've gone self locked. As of today (well technically yesterday, it's past midnight now), I've gone 31 days, even by the strictest of measurements, that's a month.
And tonight, I a-sploded. It was messy, it was gratifying as fuck, and now that the pressure's gone, I feel deflated, if that makes -any- sense. It was so worth it though, but I still miss the pressure.
So, the lead up to the epic mess.
Wednesday sort of came and went with little, or rather no fanfare at all. Really, the only thing of note, was a short conversation with a friend about giving me a hand on Saturday. Yes, that's my personal euphemism for getting fisted. Lol.
I worked extra hours the beginning of the week in order to afford to take a long 4 day weekend.
I spent at least 2 hours Thursday night edging before locking up and going to bed. On Friday morning I spent another 3 hours edging before locking up again. When I went to take my shower, I was almost literally pissing pre-cum while teasing my hole with some rather thick toys. The entire floor of the tub was sticky, and took some effort to scrub up. (Which is necessary for 2 reasons. One: courtesy for my lesbian best friend and roomie. And two: We have low-wattage kitties who like to play in the tub. Does "There's Something About Mary" cum to mind?)
Friday night, I decided I wanted to run around nekkid and shock and appall the boys down at the bath house. The people-watching while locked is spectacular.
I also decided to take a page out of my fictional characters' books, and get into some trouble. Or rather, get some trouble into me.
I decided I was going to randomize my next lock-up period. Despite it being a bath house, I'm still sorta picky about guys I'll play with, so I wasn't -too- worried about biting off more than I could chew.
The idea I formulated on the way to the bath house was this: 1 day out of chastity for every guy I let fuck me, -but- 1 week locked back up for the same number of guys. As I failed to bring a ruler with me, I figured it would be easier than estimating inches.
To add a little more danger and chance to it. If it was an even number, I'd unlock and do it again at the end of the period. If it was an odd number, i.e. one week, I'd remain locked after that period was up, and try my luck again and hope for an even number.
As it happened, 4 guys, 4 days of being unlocked, remembering what it is I'm missing while locked, and 4 MORE weeks of chastity.
To be fair, I set a cut off time, so I couldn't try for "just one more" to get an even number.
I do wonder though. It didn't happen this time, but it has happened before. Should getting fingered count as a week? How about getting fisted? Or should I only count cock? What do you think?
So that was Friday night. Now onto Saturday.
Saturday started out with my lesbian and I going to get a massage. Since I was planning on popping the release valve today, I went ahead and unlocked. As entertaining as it is to see the reaction of the massage therapists when they notice the device, I opted to go without it for the day.
The massage was amazing, but I felt weird without the device on. Once we got home, I immediately went and put on a ball stretcher and a cock ring. While better than nothing at all, it still felt odd.
Then it was off to coffee with friends. What that generally ends up looking like is: a bunch of gay and bi, kinky Leathermen and one lesbian. Mine. The conversation is always entertaining, the discourse unfailingly engrossing and intelligent, and more often than not, funny as hell.
From coffee, it was off to a local gay (and bi) men's monthly Leather event. This was the event I'd asked my friend to do a scene with me at on Wednesday. Humorously enough, the serendipity fairy made an appearance: the demo for the night was on fisting.
My scene went -very- well. My friend has large hands, and I didn't think he'd actually be able to get one all the way in, but DAMN, he's good at what he does. Once his hand slid in, holy-fucking-mary-mother-fucking-jezus-christ-on-a-popscicle-stick. I blew, and that's not just empty vernacular. Generally I'm a dribbler when I cum, but I exploded everywhere. I haven't made a mess like that since I was in my early 20s.
And oh it was good. But there was one little problem: he still had to get his hand back -out-. Lol. He managed very gracefully though, but I still couldn't move for almost 10 minutes. It was like muted fireworks going off in my crotch for a good 3 minutes, and just plain stunned for the next 6 or 7.
After a shower, cleaning up lube and the cum that got places that shocked and impressed me to no end, I spent the rest of the evening in a contented haze before heading home. Ravenous, but feeling good.
So here I sit, at Perkings, nomming some mediocre, overpriced grub and filling you in on the latest, dear reader. Next lock up will begin again on a Wednesday, the 13. With any luck, I'll be able to keep a better record of the experience this time around, even if it means typing on my not-so-smart phone while at lunch at work.
Feedback, ideas, questions, comments, rambling, and incoherent gibberings welcome and appreciated.
Cheers,
Rogin
This past Wednesday marked the 4 week mark for me, by far and away the -longest- I've gone self locked. As of today (well technically yesterday, it's past midnight now), I've gone 31 days, even by the strictest of measurements, that's a month.
And tonight, I a-sploded. It was messy, it was gratifying as fuck, and now that the pressure's gone, I feel deflated, if that makes -any- sense. It was so worth it though, but I still miss the pressure.
So, the lead up to the epic mess.
Wednesday sort of came and went with little, or rather no fanfare at all. Really, the only thing of note, was a short conversation with a friend about giving me a hand on Saturday. Yes, that's my personal euphemism for getting fisted. Lol.
I worked extra hours the beginning of the week in order to afford to take a long 4 day weekend.
I spent at least 2 hours Thursday night edging before locking up and going to bed. On Friday morning I spent another 3 hours edging before locking up again. When I went to take my shower, I was almost literally pissing pre-cum while teasing my hole with some rather thick toys. The entire floor of the tub was sticky, and took some effort to scrub up. (Which is necessary for 2 reasons. One: courtesy for my lesbian best friend and roomie. And two: We have low-wattage kitties who like to play in the tub. Does "There's Something About Mary" cum to mind?)
Friday night, I decided I wanted to run around nekkid and shock and appall the boys down at the bath house. The people-watching while locked is spectacular.
I also decided to take a page out of my fictional characters' books, and get into some trouble. Or rather, get some trouble into me.
I decided I was going to randomize my next lock-up period. Despite it being a bath house, I'm still sorta picky about guys I'll play with, so I wasn't -too- worried about biting off more than I could chew.
The idea I formulated on the way to the bath house was this: 1 day out of chastity for every guy I let fuck me, -but- 1 week locked back up for the same number of guys. As I failed to bring a ruler with me, I figured it would be easier than estimating inches.
To add a little more danger and chance to it. If it was an even number, I'd unlock and do it again at the end of the period. If it was an odd number, i.e. one week, I'd remain locked after that period was up, and try my luck again and hope for an even number.
As it happened, 4 guys, 4 days of being unlocked, remembering what it is I'm missing while locked, and 4 MORE weeks of chastity.
To be fair, I set a cut off time, so I couldn't try for "just one more" to get an even number.
I do wonder though. It didn't happen this time, but it has happened before. Should getting fingered count as a week? How about getting fisted? Or should I only count cock? What do you think?
So that was Friday night. Now onto Saturday.
Saturday started out with my lesbian and I going to get a massage. Since I was planning on popping the release valve today, I went ahead and unlocked. As entertaining as it is to see the reaction of the massage therapists when they notice the device, I opted to go without it for the day.
The massage was amazing, but I felt weird without the device on. Once we got home, I immediately went and put on a ball stretcher and a cock ring. While better than nothing at all, it still felt odd.
Then it was off to coffee with friends. What that generally ends up looking like is: a bunch of gay and bi, kinky Leathermen and one lesbian. Mine. The conversation is always entertaining, the discourse unfailingly engrossing and intelligent, and more often than not, funny as hell.
From coffee, it was off to a local gay (and bi) men's monthly Leather event. This was the event I'd asked my friend to do a scene with me at on Wednesday. Humorously enough, the serendipity fairy made an appearance: the demo for the night was on fisting.
My scene went -very- well. My friend has large hands, and I didn't think he'd actually be able to get one all the way in, but DAMN, he's good at what he does. Once his hand slid in, holy-fucking-mary-mother-fucking-jezus-christ-on-a-popscicle-stick. I blew, and that's not just empty vernacular. Generally I'm a dribbler when I cum, but I exploded everywhere. I haven't made a mess like that since I was in my early 20s.
And oh it was good. But there was one little problem: he still had to get his hand back -out-. Lol. He managed very gracefully though, but I still couldn't move for almost 10 minutes. It was like muted fireworks going off in my crotch for a good 3 minutes, and just plain stunned for the next 6 or 7.
After a shower, cleaning up lube and the cum that got places that shocked and impressed me to no end, I spent the rest of the evening in a contented haze before heading home. Ravenous, but feeling good.
So here I sit, at Perkings, nomming some mediocre, overpriced grub and filling you in on the latest, dear reader. Next lock up will begin again on a Wednesday, the 13. With any luck, I'll be able to keep a better record of the experience this time around, even if it means typing on my not-so-smart phone while at lunch at work.
Feedback, ideas, questions, comments, rambling, and incoherent gibberings welcome and appreciated.
Cheers,
Rogin
Sunday, March 27, 2011
Herding Cats...
Have you ever noticed how mocking a blank screen can be? You have all these ideas meandering through your mind, coming together, then drifting apart. I have a good grasp of how I want the story to go, but keep getting sidetracked about these boys' history together. Where they come from, how they got together, and how one ended up locked for the mutual pleasure of both. In addition, there's -other- stories floating around in my head, some of which have nothing to do with chastity.
I've started on part 3 four times now, and deleted and started over as many times. I'm my worst critic.
Enough bitching. Back to that mocking blank screen.
Cheers,
Rogin
I've started on part 3 four times now, and deleted and started over as many times. I'm my worst critic.
Enough bitching. Back to that mocking blank screen.
Cheers,
Rogin
Saturday, March 26, 2011
Caffeine and Cock Locks
Just a brief update. I'm now on day 17. The skin along side of my sack is still tender since my disastrous adventure with the smaller ring, but I'm hoping the irritation will clear up soon. If I don't see an improvement by this coming Wednesday, I may have to unlock and let it heal up a little before going back into lock down mode.
The friend holding my key will be visiting this afternoon so I can unlock, shower with him, clean the device and the bits, but not jerk off, then back into the device. He won't be able to spend much time with me, but I'm debating a trip to the bath house tonight to shock and appall the boys. It always surprises me how many guys seem to get hard just seeing my locked boy bits, lol.
So, this morning, I was up early, well... early for -me-, to meet someone I've been wanting to connect with for awhile now. We had coffee downtown and I really enjoyed his company. Very sexy, and he's into chastity as a keyholder. The longest he's locked a boy has been for a week, but he wants to do longer. The more he talked the more crowded it got in my device. I don't often get hard when locked up, mostly only my night time painful erections, but what he described got a definitive and none too subtle reaction from me. I'm hoping to talk with him more, and possibly, if he's game, help him fulfill his fantasy of having a locked boy. More updates as they happen.
Cheers all!
Rogin
The friend holding my key will be visiting this afternoon so I can unlock, shower with him, clean the device and the bits, but not jerk off, then back into the device. He won't be able to spend much time with me, but I'm debating a trip to the bath house tonight to shock and appall the boys. It always surprises me how many guys seem to get hard just seeing my locked boy bits, lol.
So, this morning, I was up early, well... early for -me-, to meet someone I've been wanting to connect with for awhile now. We had coffee downtown and I really enjoyed his company. Very sexy, and he's into chastity as a keyholder. The longest he's locked a boy has been for a week, but he wants to do longer. The more he talked the more crowded it got in my device. I don't often get hard when locked up, mostly only my night time painful erections, but what he described got a definitive and none too subtle reaction from me. I'm hoping to talk with him more, and possibly, if he's game, help him fulfill his fantasy of having a locked boy. More updates as they happen.
Cheers all!
Rogin
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Penis: 1 CB6K: 0
Ok, so it's not what you think. I have -not- cum yet, and it's almost day 14.
*looks at clock*
A long 2 weeks. Lol. So, yesterday, I wanted to try and go down a ring size on my device. The size I was in was fine, but didn't feel -quite- snug enough.
Holy crap! I could -barely- get the bits to fit inside. LOTS of pinching was endured, but I finally got the bits in place. With such a tight fit, that of course trapped blood in my boynub (I'm starting to take a real liking to that term ;P ) making it even more difficult to get the device re-secured.
Finally, I got everything stuffed in, and felt that little thrill once again as the lock went "click." God I love that sound.
This was just before heading off to sleep. I took a shower first, played with some obscenely thick toys, then crawled into bed. I managed to fall asleep relatively easy, but then woke a few hours later, my boys feeling tender and looking a little swollen. I applied more lotion, tugged and shifted things a bit, then tried to get back to sleep. The skin on my sack was feeling a little tender, but after about an hour a fell asleep again.
Only to wake up -again-. This time, the swelling was definitely noticeable. Odd, I thought, I hadn't had this issue ever before, but then I'd never tried to cram myself into that smaller ring before.
After reading the struggles others have had trying to find a good fit, I thought I'd give it a little more time and see if the bits would adjust to the tighter confinement. My balls felt fine, not cold or turning dark. However, there was an issue with pissing. The constriction did cause some post urinal dripping, which was annoying, but I figured I could find some solution.
Till just about an hour before I got off work. I spent a good portion of the day constantly running to the restroom to add more lotion to the increasingly uncomfortable and irritated skin of my sack. On the last trip, I went to add lotion and the ring -snapped-. Apparently I have more meat down there than I've generally given myself credit for having, lol. The skin looked red and irritated along my sack, and the skin on the base of my shaft was raised where it was trapped between the ring and the cage. I'd never had that happen before, and it looked very odd, but faded before I got home.
So I was unlocked for about 2 hours, and, oddly, couldn't wait to get home and lock back up. The thought of using the opportunity to squeeze out a quick one never even crossed my mind till after I heard the lock click.
So I'm back in my established "good fit" ring and the irritation is already gone. I honestly don't think I can go down a size on the post either, but may try that after this current lock up. Right now I'm just happy to be locked again and horny.
Cheers all!
Rogin
*looks at clock*
A long 2 weeks. Lol. So, yesterday, I wanted to try and go down a ring size on my device. The size I was in was fine, but didn't feel -quite- snug enough.
Holy crap! I could -barely- get the bits to fit inside. LOTS of pinching was endured, but I finally got the bits in place. With such a tight fit, that of course trapped blood in my boynub (I'm starting to take a real liking to that term ;P ) making it even more difficult to get the device re-secured.
Finally, I got everything stuffed in, and felt that little thrill once again as the lock went "click." God I love that sound.
This was just before heading off to sleep. I took a shower first, played with some obscenely thick toys, then crawled into bed. I managed to fall asleep relatively easy, but then woke a few hours later, my boys feeling tender and looking a little swollen. I applied more lotion, tugged and shifted things a bit, then tried to get back to sleep. The skin on my sack was feeling a little tender, but after about an hour a fell asleep again.
Only to wake up -again-. This time, the swelling was definitely noticeable. Odd, I thought, I hadn't had this issue ever before, but then I'd never tried to cram myself into that smaller ring before.
After reading the struggles others have had trying to find a good fit, I thought I'd give it a little more time and see if the bits would adjust to the tighter confinement. My balls felt fine, not cold or turning dark. However, there was an issue with pissing. The constriction did cause some post urinal dripping, which was annoying, but I figured I could find some solution.
Till just about an hour before I got off work. I spent a good portion of the day constantly running to the restroom to add more lotion to the increasingly uncomfortable and irritated skin of my sack. On the last trip, I went to add lotion and the ring -snapped-. Apparently I have more meat down there than I've generally given myself credit for having, lol. The skin looked red and irritated along my sack, and the skin on the base of my shaft was raised where it was trapped between the ring and the cage. I'd never had that happen before, and it looked very odd, but faded before I got home.
So I was unlocked for about 2 hours, and, oddly, couldn't wait to get home and lock back up. The thought of using the opportunity to squeeze out a quick one never even crossed my mind till after I heard the lock click.
So I'm back in my established "good fit" ring and the irritation is already gone. I honestly don't think I can go down a size on the post either, but may try that after this current lock up. Right now I'm just happy to be locked again and horny.
Cheers all!
Rogin
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